Hello…

 

Don’t remember taking this one. Sometimes I think I’ve got an inner robot photographer on board, who grabs interesting shots I might have missed – like this one… Not sure why, but I just love the lovely softness of the background and the sharpness of the hair in the foreground… something innocent about it…

Pink baby

Lately I have found that I love photographing babies… But that said, it’s not exactly from the point of view of a baby photographer – more from the point of view as an animal photographer… I am not inclined to prop or pose them or dress them up in outfits that would have any adult committed. I rather like to photograph them when they are just busy being themselves – unadorned and unvarnished… Like this wee lass who seemed a bit confused as to how or why I had a large black object where a face was supposed to be. She wasn’t scared… but she WAS twisting here hand mimicking mine as I focussed on her. It was a nice little moment…

 

Terror in the Grass

My love affair with the disagreeable flamingo continues… what I like about this shot is the feeling that this flamingo has risen, zombie-like, from the swampy grasses and leading with its nasty little beak, intends to wreak havoc in the world.

Or not.

I feel as though I’ve got a bit of my mojo back – but I swear it’s standing there tapping its feet as if to say “what now? what are we going to do now?” Yeah, the mojo’s not gone, it’s just got a bit bored and wants more excitement. And it’s about to get some… just ordered a new lens, one I have been hankering for for rather a long while now, the Canon 70-2oo 2.8 lens, the ultimate lens… should be here in a week. I can’t wait. Then we’ll see some excitement.

Or else.

Point of View

Ever feel like you’d like to hide, just run away from it all, but there’s just no where to go?

Another orchid?

Been feeling a little ‘dry’ lately – no flashes of inspiration or unexpected revelations. Going to have to go with the very safe and rather lovely cymbidium from the orchid show I went to last week.

Went to a great exhibit today though, the Wildlife Photographer of the Year exhibit – very inspirational, but also, sorta puts me in my place because there is no way on earth I’m hopping into Arctic waters in my snorkel gear to get up close and personal with a swimming polar bear. No… not ever, not in a hundred lifetimes…

Hell on Wheels

With two steering wheels
she’s queen of the road.

Ten year’s time.
A little peroxide.
Miniskirt.
Pumps.
A tattoo or two.

And a whole lotta attitude!

 

The disagreeable flamingo

I love birds, pretty much all birds, all colours, shapes, sizes, mannerisms and dispositions.

Except for the flamingo. Yes, it is lovely from afar, simply splendid when taking flight en masse. But the ugliest, most horrid of cranky, miserable creatures when you get up close. It’s not just that its mouth is twisted into a sneer, but its demeanour, its tone, its quarrelsome nature.
The flamingo makes the rhino seem downright cuddly…

These three carried on, the pair on the right attempting to defend its position from the one on the left. They finally gave up and sauntered off, all three reminding me of Cinderella’s ugly stepsisters…