Muriwai Beach

  Muriwai is one of my favourite places on the planet… It’s beauty and fierceness are indescribable. Every time I am there, I am shocked by it and as I leave I am planning my next trip. It’s only an hour from home, so it’s not that difficult. The seabirds are incredible, here are two

Virtual bouquet

Beautiful late spring day. Had lunch in the village with a friend and snapped these as I walked home. Sent them to her as a virtual bouquet, but thought I’d share them with you, too.

The dock of the pond

Nice little dock, no boat in sight. Nice reflection. Got a little closer, like how I can see the stuff growing from the bottom Thought I’d walk out to the edge. Got grabbed by these willow branches… kinda spooky…

More monkey business

  Yeah – might have to rename this the all-monkey blog. I sure do have a lot of monkey shots. This is a wild macaque that roams around a roadside attraction called The Catfish Farm outside Ao Nang in Thailand. He’s grown fond of the owners of the place and doesn’t seem to mind their

Tulip macromania

  There oughta be a law preventing people from taking new pictures before they’ve finished developing the old ones. But… there isn’t. And I went to the tulip festival today and took a gazillion amazing photos of tulips, including these two macro shots…

Monkey Monkey in the Tree

Yeah, the world’s been utterly crazily madly frantic ever since I returned from the blissful relaxation of Thailand. Business is very very good. New projects all ticking along. Still have around 1000 photos to process from the trip and two shoots booked this weekend. I’ve tried giving up sleep, but honestly, it’s not good for

Tree in winter

One of the things I’ve noticed over the years – I love photographing cold, naked trees. I admire their dignity, their stalwart stance in the face of all those frigid dark months, catching brief glimpses of a faded sun. They are so very beautiful. And somehow, a bit accusing, a bit threatening. They’re not happy

After the grapes are gone

The grapes are fermenting away, sweet and fragrant and ready for drinking this time next year… Nice how the leaves linger on though… I seem to prefer the natural world to the human one more and more… it’s just so much saner, safer. How can a tornado or earthquake compare to the human maelstrom? These

Along the Clutha River

Red Cracking Bolete

No – I’m not done with the mushrooms yet… I’ve shared some of the most beautiful ones, but there are others… not quite so beautiful, like this Bolete – with a porous, spongy underside that is a bit oozy, instead of the lovely delicate gills. This is just a bit ick. It gets worse, I