A Saturday in Dunedin, New Zealand

Today is my first journal entry for RedBubble. A grey day here in the Edinburgh of the South, but a productive one surprisingly for photos. Soft light leaves lovely detail and a few patches of sunlight allow me the chance to take my long wanted “host of daffodils” shot. Call me peculiar, but I ’’know’’ those flowers are talking to each other.

My partner and I love flowers and colour, and it was great day for driving over the hills above Dunedin; across the ancient volcanic rim over to Blueskin Bay ( “Blueskin” because of the Maori chief who lived there in the old days whose skin was so profusely tattood that his skin was blue).

The shot of the misty hills across the collapsed volcanic cone -which is now Otago Harbour are a reminder to me of ancient days; long before my ancestors came here, before the Maori. Each shot has meaning – either known to me or not-sometimes carelessly or artlessly conveyed by me -but nevertheless there.

I believe everything has spirit and connection -it is the old animist in me. If I am careful and quiet it will communicate to me and allow me to express its essence

( not “capture”; it is a free spirit!) I hope that I get better at it with time.

Many years ago in the 1970s ,I took a photography course at Wellington Polytechnic-the first of its kind. I sometimes remember with some fondness my fellow students; wonder where you guys are now?. As a result of that course I became a ’’printer’’ and then “trainee photographer” at the New Zealand government department called Tourist and Publicity. (No scenic photographs taken unless there are puffy white clouds, no Maori unless they;re in ethnic dress and only late model cars)- they didnt like my pictures of rubbish bins and Black Power gang members!.

So-ever since then, I have been an amateur in every sense of the word!

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