Paul Martin
Profile
I am an amateur photographer living in Dunedin, New Zealand.
I try to reflect the essence of the things and beings around me that I photograph.
I believe everything is interconnected; we are all part of the whole-and every living thing (plant and animal) has eternal and equal beauty and value.
Groups
Paul Martin is a member of Yellow Gallery, ! 100% !, "Old Things - 3 per Day", A Garden somewhere..... Xmas edition, Architectural Photography, Birds and Creatures of Flight, Colour Me Vibrant Red!, Dilapidated Buildings, Environmental Awareness, Fabulous Flowers, Falling Leaves, Flowers in macro (very close macro please), Food for Thought, For the Love of Cats , 1 image a day , Fungilicious, Humour Captured, Metallic Junktion, Nautical, New Zealand Made, Our K9 Friend 1 image a day (Dogs only), Out of the Blue (75%+ Blue), Rivers and Streams, Seashells, Seasonal 'Scapes, Simply White Artwork Gallery - 95% White !, Skyscapes, Spring Blooms - 2 per day, The Birds, Trains, Windows and Doors and ☮Peace☮.
Journal Entries
A Sunday afternoon in Dunedin, New Zealand
Posted over 2 years ago.
A Saturday in Dunedin, New Zealand
Posted over 2 years ago.
Art
Writing
Slaughterhouse New Zealand
In 2002 our government statistics department records that we human beings in New Zealand killed 35 and a half million other mammals for profit, and that excludes the birds and fish also killed for pro…
A Brave Carnivorous New World?
Man must stop the global rush to catastrophe and stop consuming more and more and “better” products which constantly knowingly and unknowingly destroy plants , animals even the rocks and s…
Scrub-cutting on the East Coast: On the Job
They ride up through the sheep paddocks, climbing up the rough clay landrover track that leads to the ridge, opening and shutting farm gates as they go. Its early morning , but already the …
Travelling to Whitecliffs
I am sitting on the bench seat of the car travelling west. / I am 7 years old, sitting next to my dad driving, and my mum who daydreams out the window. In the back are my older brother and siste…
Scrubcutting on the East Coast: First Morning
Next morning, 5 am, Mark is shaken on the shoulder in his sleeping bag. ‘Time to get up” ; through bleary eyes Mark sees the friendly face of Hemi smiling goodhumouredly down at him-”co…
Scrubcutting on the East Coast: Arrival
The motorcycle sang its way up the dusty roads into the hills. Orange and chrome, overheating in the hot summer air, it droned on. “Föllow the road up the coast” the camping ground manager …
