Waitara
As I was taking the photograph
of Laurence in the previous post, the one below,
I was also looking, with my camera, in the direction of the Tasman,
an empty ocean that spreads a thousand miles to
Australia.
Two
A week or so ago I was in Norsewood,
a small town less that an hour north of
Palmerston North on the road to Napier. It was called
Norsewood by the Scandinavian
settlers who colonised the area.
Using my new Leica, which has
a fiercely powerful telephoto
lens, I was able to reach this photo.
I cannot explain why
but the image of these
two tree stumps
connects with me
on quite a deep emotional level.
Looming Mythic Mountain
This was the view of Mt Taranaki from my sitting room
a couple of evenings ago.
Coincidentally, if there is such a thing,
I have been reading Bright Star, a biography
of Beatrice Hill Tinsley written by
Christine Cole Catley. It is breathtakingly
good .
Christine Cole Catley who went to New Plymouth Girls High
as did Tinsley, later wrote the centennial history of that school.
In her biography of Beatrice Hill Tinsley she describes Mt Taranaki as that ‘looming mythic mountain.’
Beatrice Hill Tinsley was well on her way
to becoming one of the great astronomers
of our age, until melanoma cut her down at the early age of 40.
Tonight in Wellington
Tonight in Wellington six of my photographs
are in an exhibition opening at Hamish McKay
This is one of my favourites. It’s called
Holy Tomato. The foot I bought in Bali
and the Italian tomato I borrowed from
a friend.
Whilst it’s my personal favourite it always
seems to evoke mixed feelings.
Still, I’m hanging in there.
Exhibition
Here is the invitation for an exhibition of 6 of my photos
being shown at Hamish McKay Gallery.
It opens on Tuesday.
To make the image above larger and more readable
remember to click on it.
John Reynolds
A strange thing happened on Tuesday night.
I had a conversation with Aucklander
John Reynolds at an opening at Sue Crockford’s and somehow after I felt inspired to have another
go at blogging, or as I sometimes call it, blobbing.
This change of heart was not insignificant.
I’m too embarrassed to look,
but it must have been
six weeks since I last wrote anything.
Sorry about that.
Anyway, tonights blob is a portrait of John’s
smiley face.
Coleus
For the last 12 months I’ve quite suddenly
become interested in coleus. These specimens
are in my studio and seemed to have
grown quite sturdy over the winter.
I’ve photographed them several times over the
last few months but, as usual, todays image
is the one that I am most interested in.
Today
I’m in the middle of a major
tighten up of my office, studio,
and living quarters.
Now have new roof, insulation, wool on top,
munched up plastic drink bottles underneath,
and black plastic on the damp earth.
Came across these two photos this afternoon.
They are between two and seven years old.