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

The Rakowskis’ House

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Before love showed up and ruined  everything, the Rakowskis had nineteen dogs and an eight-foot high chain link fence to hold those mutts back. Anyone walked by and they were all jumping up against it, barking and snarling, those steel links threatening to burst, so you feared one day they were going to give and the pack was going to light on whatever soul happened to be standing there, thinking were brave instead of ass backwards brain dead.
I include myself in that number, having lost the tippy end of my little finger when I was nine. Lilly Dollinger dared me to touch one of their noses. He promised me five whole dollars. Dog gulped it down before I knew what happened. He just laughed and never paid me a cent. Said it didn’t count as touching if the touching part got bit off.

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22/09/2011 at 12:54 am

Sorrento Sunset

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Last of the re-runs! I should be back on board tomorrow!

36 hours of travel, 25 of it in the air and we arrived in Sorrento at last, soft, warm, lyrically beckoning. This might be my favourite photo that I’ve ever taken… and it was taken with an ordinary little point and shoot – no good lenses or filters or focus… in that moment – Sorrento was just that perfect… (Two nights later the Italians won the semi finals of the FIFA World Cup and it was madness and mayhem in an equal measure to the peace of this sunset.)

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16/05/2011 at 8:01 pm

Love letters from home

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This divinely gorgeous model is an Uzbeki belly dancer who studied in Egypt and now lives in Auckland. I have no idea if anyone is sending her love letters, but the look in her eyes is just so far away…

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15/05/2011 at 11:28 pm

Ljubljana welcoming committee

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The train left Venice two hours late, was held up at the Slovenian border for four hours while the remains of the Gestapo tore almost everyone’s baggage apart and questioned us within an inch of our lives. (As it’s now part of the EU, the legendery Slovenian border police have been retired! Yay!)

We arrived in Ljubljana at 11pm in the midst of a lightning storm, had to walk a couple hundred metres in the downpour to reach the station. We had no booking, but the station agent found us a room at the 2 star Park Hotel. It would even get worse before it got better.

And yet… I fell in love with the place and would recommend it to anyone who’d like to venture off the standard European holiday… a millenia of history you can touch and taste, charming architecture in the vibrant old town, renovations and restorations, lingering remnants of the soviet era and possibly the nicest, warmest people in the world. And of course – the dragon.

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14/05/2011 at 8:25 pm

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Garden Variety Drama

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13/05/2011 at 11:15 pm

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Waiting room blues

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The waiting room is the most dangerous place in the world. You have no power. You cannot effect change. You have no voice and no choice. Except to leave – which we generally don’t do, because we are waiting for something or someone to come or go. Either way, we eventually run out of time.

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12/05/2011 at 9:10 pm

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