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Grace

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Grace2On the ride back home… warm and tired, watching the sun set in honey hues, thinking how pretty it is. And then a flock of seagulls flies into the frame and I am so glad I have my camera in my lap. It may not be as sharp as I would like, but capturing just this moment – I don’t mind…

 

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07/02/2013 at 11:30 pm

Unemboweled?

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I don’t know how else to describe this tree root.

The tree above is hale and strong, and yet these secret, sacred parts are all exposed, so anyone can see them. I can touch them with my prying eyes. I’m pretty sure we are just not supposed to know the details of the underground lives of trees – things we just can’t comprehend. I feel sort of dirty, I think…

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27/11/2012 at 9:13 pm

Oakley Creek Reflection 2 & 3

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The more I look at these photos, the more I think Oakley Creek might be one of Auckland’s secret wonders… it manages to ramble through a lot of suburbia, yet I spotted only a couple of houses through the bush. It’s the perfect foil for a cerulean sky – the sort we get as a reward for having suffered through the endless dreary winter. I guess it’s worth it. What do you think? Here’s another take…

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26/11/2012 at 10:26 pm

The Storm

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It bucketed for most of the afternoon, pounding, driving rain, with the trees whipping a bit of wind howling, so dark at noon it seemed it must be sundown. In the middle of the day, this was a six second exposure with no filters.

Yeah, these are trees in my back garden, taken through my office window. Is it just me, or does that tree look really really angry? Is it… a monster???

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04/07/2012 at 1:38 am

Shivering, naked & in a very bad temper

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When I was a child, the trees in winter looked so innocent and naked, out there standing in the cold and snow. I thought they must waiting for spring to come, to dress them up again.

These days, I’m not so sure… they remind me more of shaven old arthritic cats, quivering and shivering, claws extended and in a very bad temper. Especially when their branches are snow-laden. Somehow I just can’t seem to capture this in a photo, though not for lack of trying. I have hundreds, possibly thousands of tortured trees in winter and all they see to capture is the random nature of deciduous tree growth. Am I reading too much into them? Or will I ever manage it?

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17/06/2012 at 9:41 pm

Forgotten Dystopia

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18/03/2012 at 10:13 pm

If Kali were a tree

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I’ve recently developed a fascination for Kali – the Hindu goddess of…  hmmm… Just what is she the goddess of? Depends who you talk to as there seems a bit of confusion, even among Hindus. She runs the gamut from annihilator to earth-mother.

One man I work with turned a bit pale when he spied a small brass statuette a couple of centimetres tall blue-tacked to the top of my monitor. According to him, a goddess of destruction had no place in a government building and especially not in a Transport Department. We work with serious machinery doing dangerous work.

I suppose he has a point, but I was thinking more of the transition our local governments are going through, turning seven mini empires into one SuperCity. (With Auckland’s massive 1.4 million residents the victims of this inevitable evolution.) While I am optimistic that after five or ten years the outcome will be positive, at present it is rife with to-ing and fro-ing, rumours, whispers, half communications and unclear statements. For example, it’s hard to imagine we really needed to change the access cards to all the buildings NOW because they are no longer supported by the manufacturer. Looks to me like someone has decided the organisation has to be prepared for massive redundancies, and there may not be time or opportunity for niceties such as turning in passes. I could be wrong. It’s happened before. But that’s how it seems to me. I’m not a conspiracy theorist – but that doesn’t mean they’re not conspiring… It would be great to point a finger at one or two culprits – but even the culprits are in the same leaky, rocking boat.

Enter Kali – we need a goddess to take hold of this chaos and supervise it, keep the whole thing manageable – even as it remains as dangerous as ever. It then begs the question as to who will be her Shiva? The new SuperMayor? Or SuperCEO? Or if she is a force of Eternity, then perhaps we will have to wait for Father Time to settle her.

In the meantime, I think this tree may be Kali’s arboreal incarnation – dancing wildly, vicious – and if those green streaks were red – the whole thing would be damned bloody.

I keep a little Ganesha on my desk. Just in case.

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18/02/2010 at 10:58 pm

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