Continue reading “Photographing Enough”
When I photograph creatively I deliberately seek to show a mood, emotion or concept. In this instance I was thinking ‘What is the least amount of detail I can photograph so the image portrays the wispy fragility of Acer palmatum leaves?’ Too little in focus and the plant can no longer be identified; too much detail and I don’t convey the graceful quality of the foliage. There’s a sweet spot to be found, a balance, that sense of ‘enough’.
The white Osteospermum (Cape Daisies) in my garden are looking quite spectacular at the moment.Continue reading “Creative Garden Photography”
Continue reading “Photographing Leaf Decay”
I’m looking at decay and it’s a beautiful thing. This leaf skeleton was spotted on a winter forest floor in Hanmer, North Canterbury.
I was on a roll. My days had a rhythm to them. Writing, gardening, photography and volunteer work. Habits that I’d consciously worked on over the past couple of years. Patterns I’d established in adjusting to life with a cardiac condition.Continue reading “Thinking Outside the Square”
Continue reading “Bringing the Strawberry Bed Inside”
I’m unexpectedly confined at home. Immobilised for several weeks with a foot fracture and only able to look at my garden from our windows.
Continue reading “Reading Between the Tiles – One Liner”
When an upside down cast iron bath shoots out the front door like a bullet, clearly something is wrong.
Written words never made sense to dad as a child. Letters jumbled off the pages, morphed into shapes and pictures, became visualisations and plans for gadgets. At the age of 12 he built his own bike from bits and pieces, and the urge to fix and construct, rode away with him.Continue reading “Reading Between the Tiles – Cold Feet”
Continue reading “Reading Between the Tiles – The Gift”
A time-lapse portrait of an elderly couple reveals itself through the half-open doorway; each vertical slice shakily, achingly, shuffling to the next.
Continue reading “Why I Write Memoir”
I write because when I tilt my head the words fall out.
Continue reading “Photographing Elderly Parents, the ethics of”
Permission to take and use these photographs was essential from the outset. That required ensuring that my elderly parents understood how my images might be used – publicly on blogs and perhaps in print.
Continue reading “Dobbing a Tree in, making a complaint”
I dobbed a tree in today – went online and made my complaint and I fully expect the relevant department to bring along some serious machinery and do some damage.
I’m not sure who was busier in my garden over summer. In a frenzy of activity – the bees were pollinating while I was maintaining and harvesting.Continue reading “Autumn Garden Assessment”