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‘Tis the season to be jolly
December 2, 2008 – 10:36 am
The moon joined forces with Jupiter and Venus last night to celebrate the festive season.
Good on them.
Watermarks
November 21, 2008 – 8:36 pm
Friends,
I really don’t like putting watermarks on my photos, but since one of my shots has been used nationally here in Australia in several newspapers, I’m forced to add something to my photos to make sure it doesn’t happen again.
My photo of the storm the other day has been published in several newspapers and online and since I didn’t give my permission I feel I have to do something to make sure it doesn’t happen again.
I know it looks like shit, but when my photos are used without my consent, I’m forced to do something.
Sorry.
Let’s say it was a different kind of engagement party
November 16, 2008 – 8:19 pm
(More photos to come)
Pete’s 30th
November 9, 2008 – 1:34 pm
Yesterday we went down the coast to celebrate my friend Pete’s 30th. I was lucky enough to shoot their wedding last year and it’s always great to catch up with him and Michelle.
The party was held Gold Coast style at the races in Surfer’s. A bunch of good friends got together to drink, eat and hang out all afternoon. It was a truly awesome day. OK, I lost some money, but who cares, right?
Surely I’ll win next time.
Surely.
(All shots were taken with a Canon 5D and an EF 35mm f/1.4L USM lens)
One of my favourite poems
November 7, 2008 – 5:40 pm
The First Dream
The Wind is ghosting around the house tonight
and as I lean against the door of sleep
I begin to think about the first person to dream,
how quiet he must have seemed the next morning
as the others stood around the fire
draped in the skins of animals
talking to each other only in vowels,
for this was long before the invention of consonants.
He might have gone off by himself to sit
on a rock and look into the mist of a lake
as he tried to tell himself what had happened,
how he had gone somewhere without going,
how he had put his arms around the neck
of a beast that the others could touch
only after they had killed it with stones,
how he felt its breath on his bare neck.
Then again, the first dream could have come
to a woman, though she would behave,
I suppose, much the same way,
moving off by herself to be alone near water,
except that the curve of her young shoulders
and the tilt of her downcast head
would make her appear to be terribly alone,
and if you were there to notice this,
you might have gone down as the first person
to ever fall in love with the sadness of another.
Billy Collins