Titirangi Storyteller

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I’m looking through you…

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I know I’ve been awol… but considering I’ve been running this blog for a good 5 years now, I guess a little time off from time to time is in order…

Though I never intended it to be a personal blog, it has, in a sense been very personal, seeing me through some major life changes and reflecting many of my thoughts and moods, especially through the two years of what I dubbed PhotoPo, making one picture poem almost every day – as I left the corporate world and ventured off to the life of an artist.

That is still in progress, and moving in directions I could not have predicted, though my photography has become more and more important. It’s a good life. It’s a good blog. Just a little break…

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23/10/2013 at 8:10 pm

Seagull in Seaweed

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Working on some new techniques to get my images as sharp as they can be… and I was going for the full detail in the seaweed and the gull… Pretty good, though there’s still room for improvement.

And… it’s a pretty nice gull. In some pretty cool seaweed…

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02/03/2013 at 12:41 am

Glorious Thing

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29/11/2012 at 11:12 pm

Last stop

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Phrases like ‘end of the line’ and ‘last stop’ imply a more extensive finality. In reality, this is my little bus shelter just up the road from my house. It’s the last stop – the nightmare run for beginning drivers with hairpin turns down the twisty mountain road. I had one Maori woman driver break into tears one day – I was the last passenger and it was her first time on her own.

The road is quite narrow and for some unknown reason they run a full size city bus down here. Other cars and pedestrians blanch in fear when they see a massive bus approaching. And I’ve been terrified being a passenger in both car and bus. As for being a pedestrian – I rather like that the bus driver seeing me walk will often stop and ask if I want a ride the rest of the way down the hill.

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04/02/2012 at 11:48 pm

Party of three

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Spotted this young woman at a party a couple of years ago – always wanted to use this shot for something… I rather like how this has turned out…

A late comment to add… whilst I have no tattoos myself, I realise now that at least part of the reason I like this photo so much is that the young lady looks very much like I did at that age. Did not realise that until yesterday. Odd, that.

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29/12/2011 at 11:07 pm

Dandelions

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28/12/2011 at 12:41 am

Uh oh, Santa!

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Actually… what I did… I mean, it was ten o’clock in the morning, hardly anyone at the mall yet. Squeezing in a bit of last minute this and that…

I tried to photograph Santa having a quiet moment before the onslaught of the children. And he saw me. And got rather angry. Right after this he raised his arm up to block my shot, and he barked, “no photos!” To which I replied with all the incredulity of a four-year old, “What?!? I can’t take pictures of Santa?” And he said, ‘no’ and shook his head. And the girls in the front came to see what was up and there I was with my camera just wanting to take a photo of Santa in the mall… and they scowled and Santa scowled and well… it really was rather sad…

So I’ll be finding a nasty lump of coal in my stocking this year.

Sob, sob… oh Santa… how could you???

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23/12/2011 at 11:49 pm

The Lion

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22/12/2011 at 12:57 am

Good fences

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This image has a couple of inspirations – Happy Daze commented on my post the other day that good fences make good neighbours. Which got me thinking about good fences and good neighbours… I took this photo on a trip to the south Pacific islands late last year – it was taken in Lifou, which is part of the Loyalty Islands, New Caledonia and is owned by France. Though not taken on the same trip, I had a similar sort of reaction as I did to the land divers on Pentecost Island in Vanuatu a couple of years prior – feeling suddenly demoted from traveller/visitor to gawking tourist.

It was a scorching hot day, and there the dancers were, performing under the blinding, blazing sun. Except for a few who were deliberately working the audience, they didn’t make eye contact, didn’t connect with us. The photos were terrible – glare, high contrast, no real depth… Not that the show was unpleasant to watch, it just felt like a performance not connected to anything. After, we went for a wander through the village and surrounds, moving very slowly in the monstrous heat.

We came upon this dancer again, still in costume, animatedly talking on his cellphone. (And why shouldn’t he? I had my cellphone with me…) THAT would have been the photo to take, but it would also have been completely inappropriate, so I refrained.

I hate the phrase ‘developing country’ especially since it is often applied to cultures older than our own. 3rd world is right out. Even more, I hate the idea that any culture would be considered developing as they move away from their traditions to adopting western ways. But… the idea of ‘protecting’ them from outside interference is paternalistic, rather insulting. Seems to me this is a good case for good fences. Hopefully built cooperatively.

Oh, and the other inspiration for this photo came from a blast from the past that zoomed my way this week – from back in the Dorloo days. Her family lived down the road from mine. She also grew up to be a photographer and artist and has taken some wonderful shots of native American dancers. (http://www.thejenniferjeffers.com/powwow-photography.html)

They sparked me to think about my images, which I never did anything with because technically, they were a bit crap… but technique is only part of the story – sometimes a very small part of the story. And I like this photo because it reminds me of this young man, and how he has feet in two worlds…

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18/12/2011 at 12:37 am

Bottlebrush Christmas

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Just a bit of holiday goofiness, courtesy of the bottlebrush trees down the street – the blooms are cranberry red with a fine dusting of crisp, new-fallen snow…

Nevermind it’s summer here…

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15/12/2011 at 11:08 pm

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