Friday, August 31, 2012
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Stripes
I've just repapered my daughter's bedroom wall and the stripes were calling out to be used as a backdrop. As always no one in my house would volunteer to be my model so I had to do it myself. I then played with some Photoshop actions I had downloaded. What did you do with your Saturday?
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Blue
Unseen in Dunedin for a while - blue sky. Sometimes you just need to look up to help lift your spirits.
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Carisbrook
The old ticketing booth at the 'house of pain' which I suppose will not see use again now that it has been replaced with a shiny new stadium...
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Cromwell educamp
Another image from yesterday.
We had the best time. We left home at 6:30am to drive through fog for hours to get to Cromwell. The fog didn't lift until we arrived. Then I got to spend a few hours listening to teachers talk about the exciting and innovating things they do in their classroom to support teaching and learning with technology. I took my camera along but I decided that since it was Saturday, I was going to be selfish and rather than try and capture things on film, I would actually be present in the room and take part in the conversations, and I loved it. The images above are from our trip home. We had lunch with Pete the Geek and then stopped at various amazingly beautiful places to look for geocaches (well Claire and Anne looked for the caches and risked life and limb in various crevices while I took photos).
Saturday, August 18, 2012
A day with friends
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Sunday walk
Another Sunday walk. I'm not taking many photos lately. The house on the left sits right up high on the top of the hill. It always makes me think of scary movies. It would be fantastic if it was set in the middle of an open field with scary trees all around it. But alas, it is on the top of a hill above a messy urban setting filled with students. But I'm sure it was once a scary old house with an old lady, in a flowing white nighty gazing out the window at a life gone by. How did things go so wrong? Where did all the people go? Is this all there is? Emptyness and feelings that can only be satiated with a strange psycho type scene in a bathroom with flowing shower curtains, repeated music and a delicate blonde?
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