Continue reading “A Letter About Portrait Photography”
Portrait photography is my favourite genre but it’s interesting how different I feel depending which side of a lens I find myself on. This is my letter to the photographer and the photographed, mentioning some of my thoughts.
Continue reading “The Little Blue Boat”
‘Careful’ said mum, as the little blue boat rocked in my pudgy fingers. Great paddle of her hand scooped it up; beached it back on the shelf and left me adrift in a sea of sentiment.
Continue reading “A Tomato Affair”
I’m eating one tomato that cost me $3.60 “ That’s outrageous”, you say. “At the grocery store you can buy two punnets for $3”. Let me explain. This is a tale of mishandled finances, stress and lost sleep.
Continue reading “Photo documentary – Living through Brokenness”
The Storyteller in me expects my photos to say something. But how do you capture the raggedness of emotions – convey the experience – while being true to photo-documentary?
A vexing issue when photographing in the garden is dealing with ‘greens’. Often in photographs they present as bright, gaudy and distracting. With portrait photography the issue becomes worse because of yellow cast to skin tone.Continue reading “Portraits in the Garden – dealing with the green”
Continue reading “Improving My Garden Photography”
With portraits I love to capture emotion but how do I get the ‘feel’ of my garden with shots of plants? Here I share some technical details of my quest to improve flower photography, knowing that there is still much room for improvement.
Continue reading “Painting with Words”
There’s always one viewer who can’t stand still long enough to sip in a picture. He’s looking for action and fizz – a heady cocktail of light and sound.
Continue reading “Judicious Neglect of My Veggie Garden”
I’m practising judicious neglect in my garden this year – leaving the coriander to flower and go to seed instead of chopping it down after it’s culinary use by date; growing a head of broccoli amongst the tomatoes; allowing strawberry runners to escape their patch: in short mixing plantings up.
Continue reading “Garden Fun and Introspection”
That calm was shattered by a million pieces of broken china. I’m nothing but predictable on trips away, and need the addition of excitement on the agenda.
Continue reading “Companion Planting With Mrs B”
We’re an unusual duo who share the same garden to plate principles, though I have to ignore her appalling table manners. She pokes and picks away at her food, leaving debris everywhere and gets hopping mad if I interrupt her dining. I’m learning to keep this behaviour from ruffling my feathers while graciously cleaning up after her.
Continue reading “Moving Through the Trash”
This move came with baggage. Not the boxes of household gear (they were easy to shift), but piles of paper folders holding records of notes from our decade long mission to return to a site twisted and ravaged by earthquakes.
Continue reading “Out of Reach – Unable to Visit Mum”
She’s an explorer, a biologist, a philosopher … and, in the sunshine, a precious jewel with crown of silver filaments; golden wrinkles and ruby kisses.