A glorious way to be dead

There are times when you should ask questions, times when you should try to understand, times when you need to get to the bottom of the way and wherefore. All those reasonable, rational times. This isn’t one of them. Not at all. What a wonderful, magnificent and glorious way to be dead.    

Yellow Man

Did a bit of street photography today – at the Auckland Buskers Festival. Now you would think that these buskers, from all over the world, performing an array of acrobatics, contortion and general street theatre would hold my attention. But no – most of what they did was yack, yack, yack and prance around doingContinue reading “Yellow Man”

A yellow drop

While there is no doubt that most of photography comes from the eye of the photographer, there is simply no discounting the part that comes from having great equipment. Still getting my head around this new lens, discovering what it can do and just loving it all. I don’t know what the name of thisContinue reading “A yellow drop”

Burano Magic

If an inquisitive and clever eleven year old were to design and build a perfect village/island, they would come up with Burano, an island in the Venetian Lagoon, about 45 minutes ride on the vaporetto from Venice. It’s small population is mostly retirees now, though once it was a bustling fishing centre – thankfully justContinue reading “Burano Magic”

Build Me Up Buttercup

So there I was, walking along in the reserve in Henderson with a bunch of folks from my photography club, on a gloomy day trying to find something to take a photo of for the Worldwide Walk competition. Can’t say I got anything worth entering, but I stumbled across this little bit of sunshine whilstContinue reading “Build Me Up Buttercup”