The first was taken at a park in Blenheim where leaves fallen from a pin oak were floating in a fountain, along with some sort of foamy stuff. While I was shooting this image, a spotty youth sidled up and asked, "What's the value in that?", meaning why bother to photograph such inconsequential things. I had no real answer but gave a cheeky retort anyway.
This second image was taken in Sydenham, on a footpath outside of a cafe. To me it's poignant because of the fractured pattern it forms, the attention it has received from the authorities and it's 'ordinary' location. I was struck too, by the fact that it's still there. I didn't take photos of collapsed buildings as they were a depressing site to see, though there were plenty of sight-seers photographing them!
Next up, a flag outside of a cafe at Balclutha that was blown 'backwards'. I thought it funny that they hadn't counted on a sou'wester, our most common wind.
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You make a fine photographer Robert, you have the eye and your pictures tell a story, hell, even I had tears welling up with the butterfly wing!
The world around us is trying to tell us things every day, such a shame that more people don't take the time to notice like you do.
Robert, I am sorry to hear about the loss of your sister.
The photos that arent normal are the ones that have more of a story to tell. I think are cool photos :)
Belated condolences Robert. i was saddened to hear of your sister's passing. I think I understand a little...just a little of how you felt at the death of of a younger sibling. It seems out of order somehow.
The images you captured on your camera are amazing.The butterfly wing and the old tree trunk are two I especially like. I'm wondering if you are thinking of putting some of them along with appropriate family photos into an album or suchlike as a special memorial to Claire.
There is beauty in life and death* love you brother *
Thanks shunda - having seen your photographs I value your opinion very much. Will you start posting some more of your work soon?
I have to say that I missed my two best (potentially) shots - one a tin shed near Canvastown that was oddly lit by a globular lamp attached to its roof, and the second in the sink of a woman we were visiting at Methven, where something curious was happening between detergent and icecream and the plate it had been in - if that makes any sense at all (I missed them because I was too slow - the shed flashed by and there was no turning point on the road and the sink changed as I got my camera from the car).
Hi udder :-) thanks for your kind thoughts. At Claire's funeral, we played a slideshow of photos from her life and it was both sad and hilarious. My brother composed the images with music - 'Born Free' had everyone crying but the rest of it was such a laugh. We were all wrung out.
Farmer Baby Boomer - losing a younger sibling (Claire was born two years after me and was a twin to her sister) is hard to reconcile, as you indicate. Your idea for the photos is a really good one and I'll do it.
Hey sis. You'll be brightened up to learn that we are being lashed by hail and sleet down here and the temperatures are somewhere south of freezing!
Luckily, I have firewood stacked.
We stopped off to see Adam on the way home and visited his amazing workshop.
Jasper had been in a major cat-fight and is sporting a hacked tail.
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