It’s raining here, miserable and grey. So to make myself feel better I’m going on a trip to the beach…
The humble sunset. Probably one of the most beautiful, most photographed phenomenon’s the world over. Is it possible to get sick of those ever changing mystical colours as they slowly paint the sky?
I am forever taking photos of sunsets. They are all similar yet they are all so vastly different. These were taken on the inlet by my parents house. Only in the month’s of May and September does the sun set in the perfect position for us to capture it, although it does its best the rest of the year too. Do yourself a favour today. Step outside and capture your sunset.
We are getting these Winter days at the moment where the temperature drops to 5 degrees Celsius at night, but hovers between 16-20 degrees during the day with not a cloud in sight. While this is spelling doom for my poor garden (hand watering in June, unheard of!) it is making for some gorgeous sunny Winter days. I took a little stroll yesterday around what is unremarkably called ‘Big Swamp’ in the heart of our city. To me it is more than a ‘swamp’, it is a gorgeous playground for all sorts of wildlife. There are plenty of beautiful birds hopping around the mangroves and swamp grasses. Amongst the greens and browns bright colours pop.The birds are in constant competition for these privileged spots on what I imagine was once some sort of jetty. Now the perfect spot for sunning birds. The scent of wattle fills the air. Getting ready to dive for fish. Hiding out amongst the grasses. Leafless branches are the only real sign of the winter season.
I get lost in many ways. I get lost reading, writing, gardening, running, listening to music, looking through blogs…
But one of my favourite ways to get lost is taking photographs. Most of my family cannot understand, or stand, for that matter, my habit of taking endless photos. They don’t understand why you would photograph the same sunset forty times, always searching for that shot you haven’t quite captured yet. They get embarrassed going places with me, when I am down on one knee or walking backwards and forth in front of a subject, searching for the elusive angle.
It sometimes causes quite an annoyance, like on the day I took these pictures. I told my boyfriend that I was going for a short walk around Lake Wanaka to take some photos, and I would be back soon. Three hours later, and we had missed our dinner reservations.
I took roughly 250 photos walking around the lake, of all sorts of bits and pieces. I wandered around in my own little dream world, so happy to be in a place of such beauty with a camera in my hand. I had no idea how long I was away for, I was completely lost in the moment.
Often I am so busy standing back to take photos of glorious landscapes that I miss the beauty that is right under my nose. Nature is just as amazing in macro, intricate, delicate, delightful.
Tree bark – Lake Wanaka
This week’s challenge from Sue over at A Word In Your Ear is fantastic. It had me searching through endless folders for photographs that best met the theme of ‘angles’. The beauty of this challenge is that angles can be found in nearly every photograph, if you look hard enough. Obviously, I got carried away.
Here is what I found…
Marble Fountain – Hayman Island, Whitsundays Underwater Observatory – Cruise Whitsundays Pontoon, Queensland Our Christmas Ham – Bunbury, Western Australia Under the Sydney Harbour Bridge – Sydney The most famous toilet in New Zealand – Kawakawa Inside the Maori meeting house – Waitangi, New Zealand Inside the Maori meeting house – Waitangi, New Zealand
While searching through my photos for something completely unrelated, I stumbled across these. These are some of my all-time favourite photographs.
These beautiful fish are Red Emperor’s, some of the best eating fish in the world. These guys were lucky enough to live under the pontoon on Hayman Island though, which is a Marine National Park. No fishing for them. Each day when we got back to the island from working on the boats we would feed them scraps left over from the day, and they would dance like crazy for their supper.
Their vivid colours flashing through the tropical water was truly magical, one of the best parts of living on an island.