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The first tunnel, first of many… but you never forget your first…

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CollegeAvenue-Bronx-3This is an underpass. It’s on 167th St in the Bronx and runs under the Grand Concourse. We lived in a block of 6-storey red-brick apartment buildings a few blocks away and this was where we shopped. It really hasn’t changed much since I lived there back in the early 60’s. Deep discount shops, fast food, bars, second run movie houses – chain link fences, barbed wire, guard dogs, alarms. Not a very nice place to gow up to be honest – but I didn’t really know that then.

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The old Kent Theatre on East 167th St in the Bronx. Oh yeah… look what they’ve done to my song, Ma!

My movie theatre was there – The Kent Theatre – full of dreams and all the other places in the world. My pizza joint, where the jukebox had the Beatles and Herman’s Hermits and The Supremes and my Chinese Restaurant with real Chinese people – all of which totally directed me to exactly where I am now. Fortunately, I left when I was 7-going-on-8 and didn’t go back until November last year – so I didn’t notice all the drugs and related violence also going on there.

But back to this tunnel… you can see that the sidewalks have been sealed off and there is no pedestrian access. Not so 50 years ago, when my mother would give me a dollar to walk up to her favourite bakery on the other side of the Concourse to buy her favourite cake. It was a six block walk to get to the other side, 4 of them in the underpass. Dark, filthy, smelt of urine and and vomit and rotting food. Sometimes I had to walk around a sleeping drunk or bum (back before they were renamed homeless). I was terrified of everyone coming toward me or coming up behind me. Frightened of the rats and the cars careening past and of losing the money or dropping the cake… I walked tough, with clenched fists, totally ready to take on anyone that messed with me. No one ever did…

I’ve walked through a few tunnels in my life that later proved to be metaphorical and utterly transforming… This was the first.

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09/07/2015 at 5:58 pm

Even the flowers are depressed

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Wintergarden-fb-18I’ve had enough of winter already, thank you thank you…

It’s never really been my cuppa, even when I was a kid in the northern hemisphere in the wilds of upstate New York where the snows fell 4 feet deep and snowdays meant you got to play outside in it all day long in the middle of the week. Yeah, for me it meant the other kids would leave me alone while I curled up in bed with a book.

But that was then and this is now and there is no snow, no endless expanse of white to gaze at in the morning. Instead it’s this endless y-light, the colour of the light that manages to squeeze itself through heavy blanketing rainclouds, fat a soggy with endless drops of rain. Endlessly dreary and sad and cold and damp and, well… duh… I’m not enjoying it.

Hauled myself over to the Wintergarden in the Auckland Domain today and discovered the flowers are feeling pretty much the same as I am about the whole thing. Kinda wretched, kinda beautiful… we’ll all be happy when October gets here… but that’s sooooooooooooooo far away!

 

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13/07/2014 at 2:22 am

Garnet Quiggley

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Garnet Quiggley of Krakens Lair

Still working on the photos from the Easter Steampunk shoot. Very pleased with how they’ve turned out, especially the studio shots as I’m always a little nervous working with studio lights. But not a bad result…

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With her partner in crime, Mac Hanical.

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25/04/2014 at 4:50 pm

Don’t mess with Kraken’s Lair

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Time travelling denizens of another dimension… they arrived on Easter Saturday. We met them in the old Whangarei Quarry. They’re rather like us, but different. They do love their weapons…

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A sentimental moment…. Once upon a time, a long long time ago, so long it seems like another lifetime… I met someone I’ve never forgotten… I wonder where they are now, what they are doing, and if they ever think of me…

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Stay tuned for further developments…

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22/04/2014 at 11:28 pm

Morning mist

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On the way to the balloon festival… the morning was a bit on the foggy side. Misty morning is my favourite…The swan and friends are a bit romantic

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02/04/2014 at 7:58 am

I need a holiday!

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I need a holiday. Someplace where I can meet new people, do some different things, try new foods, fall asleep with strange sounds around me…

This is from Cabo San Lucas. This would be a good place to go… I really need a holiday!

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16/03/2014 at 12:09 am

Sometimes things just don’t turn out the way you expected…

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I have discovered, in that way many obvious things are discovered, that I am developing a photographic voice, no different than my literary voice when I used words and a keyboard to capture my flights of imagination. Now it’s pixels and software, not as ruggedly romantic as the old tools, but I like what’s getting said.

I put together a shoot with four models this past Sunday, shooting in Auckland’s old Grafton Cemetery – don’t think I would have had the confidence for this a year ago, but a lot can happen in a year… So here are four from the shoot. What do you think?

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This is Ria Lovedor, amazingly versatile, can go from looking like a lost teen to a spoilt middle aged bitch with a few prop changes.

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Mosty Mostyy is probably my first attempt at straight glamour. Have to say I am very pleased with this shot. But shooting her is a bit like shooting orchids – so perfect you really don’t have to do much to get brilliant results.

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Ria again. I did a darker, more desolate version of this, but my husband said it was kind of mean to make her look so despairing. She is sad enough here. I was telling her some sad stories to get her in the mood for the shot.

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Briana Sullivan and Ryan. These two have such great chemistry. I set them up for a number of couples shots – all very dramatic and slightly otherworldly.

Yeah… I like where this photography thing is going. I like the stories I am finding and telling and making. It’s good to have a voice again.

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