The Foreshore
It's been in recent months quite unusual for me to pick up a camera. Just don't seem to be getting the call. It is I hope, an incubation period.
A week or so ago I went for a walk along our fine foreshore here in New Plymouth and found myself hesitating before several views. I was surprised, it seemed like a start.
Rocks and dirt are always tempting subjects, even if just as a way of practising scales so to speak, a way of understanding and building upon what has been done by colleagues before but long gone, of limbering up the fingers and concentrating the mind.
Below are some Kaikoura rocks, from the top right of the South Island, this was taken a year or so ago.
It's been in recent months quite unusual for me to pick up a camera. Just don't seem to be getting the call. It is I hope, an incubation period.
A week or so ago I went for a walk along our fine foreshore here in New Plymouth and found myself hesitating before several views. I was surprised, it seemed like a start.
Rocks and dirt are always tempting subjects, even if just as a way of practising scales so to speak, a way of understanding and building upon what has been done by colleagues before but long gone, of limbering up the fingers and concentrating the mind.
Below are some Kaikoura rocks, from the top right of the South Island, this was taken a year or so ago.
