The Crown Road

 

There’s a long way to get from Queenstown to Wanaka. And there’s also a shortcut… The Crown Road, winding over the Crown ranges – hairpin turns, rock-slides and a bit of screaming on my part. We always go this way and it always terrifies me… It looks so pretty, so scenic from here…

92point5 litres

That’s a pretty big tank. Wonder what it was for?

Dancer #3

This is image 499 of a project that began in September 2010. I didn’t know where it was going or why, only that somehow when I started doing these every day (with occasional days an even the odd week off here and there) I started telling a different kind of story, one that started in a different place and ended – I guess in the same different place.

In those 499 images, a lot of things got better – my photography, my photoshop & editing skills, my poetry and storytelling. I started when I was still in the corporate world, wavering over whether I should stay or I should go. I went. There was a 4-5 month period there when I wasn’t sure where I was going. And then I figured a thing or two out and went into business for myself. It suits me – for now, at least. I like change. I like telling stories. I like pictures.

I am still in love with this dancer – and she has said she’d like to come and dance for us again. I hope soon…

The 499th image. Does it seem like I am stalling??? Like I might be wondering just what the 500th image will be? Crikey! I have no idea. Really… I do have some wonderful fireworks shots I took a couple of weeks ago… they might go down a treat. Or not. I never really know what tomorrow will bring.

Back again for more…

Some things I learned in the last week:

• I am used to/addicted to creating an image and words to match every day.
• Giving oneself more time to do the things one wants to do can backfire – and you end up doing less
• After 10 months of doing Photopo every day – to stop is like losing a job, even if I was the one who quit.
• It was oddly depressing

Fortunately it’s not one of those life altering decisions that one has when one leaves the corporate world or helps a child pack as they take off for the world – nothing like that. This one was easy. I just looked for a picture and had a bit of a play. And I feel so much more… normal.

Hmmm…

 

Onset of Winter

I hear the jubilation from the northern hemisphere as they celibrate the return of the sun and long days and the colours and warmth of spring.

But here in the world down under it is a very different story. The days grow short. The sun grows scarce. The rains will come and for those further south, the snows…