Hello, goodbye

While a lot of people were gearing up to celebrate the coming of the new year and sending off the old, already tired 2017, I went for a walk to practice taking night shots with my camera.  I had the opportunity to take photos of people and fireworks, couples in hand, families and strollers with neon lights flashing as I live close to New Plymouth’s Pukekura Park and its annual Festival of the Lights. But instead, what stood out was a building in a school I happened to walk through. I liked how old and solid it looked and I felt it conveyed something that would last well past the celebrations that were taking place a few hundred meters from where I was standing. That feeling gave me more assurance that any flashing lights ever would. It made me think the year ahead with all its hidden complexities, twists and turns could be met with serenity and quietness. Who would have thought a picture of a corner could do that?


Wild West

This man is missing his horse. And his cattle. In modern terms that translates to a job and a car. I want to write something that honors something good he’s done, even though I don’t know anything about him. I didn’t want to call him homeless because of the negative connotations attached to it (useless, loser, druggie) so I chose to see him as a cowboy instead, down on his luck.

Sadly this man needs more than a home.


Muck and moodswings


I like this image. It reminds me of moods I’ve had, all dark and dismal. It has a convenient hole I can crawl in and out of to escape from this terrifying world. It really is the underside of having something nice.  The thing that no one talks about but its right under your feet. It’s not glamour nor is it golden, but it exists and performs dutifully – without any fuss or bother. And its needed. Perhaps that’s why I like it.

It’s a picture of me.

Get over it

Not the easiest thing to hear is it if you suffer from anxiety, are sensitive or a worry wart. Ask those engineers who built the Golden Gate in San Francisco or the Danyang–Kunshan Grand, the world’s longest bridge in Jiangsu, a province in China. (The Grand is 164.8 kilometres long, took 10,000 men and four years to build!) Obviously, we can’t always get over things quickly. The good news is though we are bridge builders and even though it takes work to build one, once its there its there for life and subsequent builds become easier and easier.  So chin up, sensitive one! Go be a bridge builder. The view you get is not too shabby.