At the height of a season

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Midsummer came and went and it was as it should be. Spotty sun at lunch, rain hanging in the air (but luckily not arriving until 7pm so we got plenty of outside time!), full of food and people and of course or biannually event: The Potato Championships. We borrowed bikes and rode home the 2 km’s to my parent’s summer house in pouring rain, arriving drenched, tired but happy. I filmed and photographed, and maybe maybe I’ll manage to edit that up in the next couple of days. Maybe it’ll be months. I don’t care to be honest, because there’s a lush green (although super cold) summer waiting for me outside.

And there, hidden amongst the fog, was a man, or a moth. We couldn’t see the difference.

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Last weekend I headed out of the city to a cabin in some misty woods. I wasn’t alone but surrounded by 11 fantastically amazing creatives. We wandered out into forests, up to peaks for sunset, along the lake for sunrise (or fogrise, as it happens), we went out on a boat and walked over a dam, and everywhere the fog followed us. When we drove back home and we left the last of the fog behind I actually missed it.

It was invigorating, spending time shooting not for clients (even though I love that) but just for me. I found myself shooting gifs (and I’ll be sure to share a few later), details and drama. And everything in the most fantastic of foggy light. I might need to head back to Lake Eildon every winter from now on.

I can’t wait to share more, but it’ll be a slow progress. I think I want to spend some time with these photos first.

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The eye of the storm

Wedding season happened and everything turned into a vortex. A vortex filled with nothing but work. I feel like I haven’t seen my friends in ages, haven’t had a non-stressed conversation with Peter or Skyped with my mum for what must be forever. It is more likely since September. Yesterday and today, for the first time in a few months, I actually feel like I caught up and have a plan moving forward. I hope it’s going to stay this way, that this feeling will last, but I fear it’s the eye of the storm. For now I’m going to enjoy it. To enjoy that I’m calm in my heart and that this afternoon I went on a walk with a friend and called that work. And this is two snaps that weren’t work related, but I just had to share anyway.

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Air prickled with the salt of the sea and the sound of the wind

I don’t even know how to write about the island. I was only there for a brief stint, but somehow it felt like much longer. My legs are still aching from so much walking, and I think some of my clothes are still damp after all that rain. But the clothes will dry and the legs recover and what will remain is the clear clean air, the smiles on peoples faces, the ever present birds of prey and the remnants of the sea but on land all around. And photos. So many photos.

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Arita: a sunset, pottery and textures

Yesterday evening the boys went training and I went out on a photo walk through Arita, wandering the sun drenched streets and finding little statues, temples and so so so many textures. There’s a whole heap of photos, because, well, I couldn’t stop myself from snapping away. Japan, you’re some kind of pretty, that’s for sure.

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Restaurant dog

We went to Sasebo today for lunch, which was delicious but it was the dog at the restaurant that stole my heart. She spent lunch sitting with us and getting loads and loads of cuddles. My I-want-a-dog need got an instant boost and might be through the roof now. Just might.

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Peter gets a haircut

We’re down south! Yesterday we arrived in Kyushu & Arita after a wee bit of delays. Oh well, more time to read my book (reminds me, I should continue this after I post this. Boom!). Yoko and Alyssa greeted us (she’s the cutest!) and later us and Mark headed out for some food and drinks. Today might have started with a wee bit of a headache, but that disappeared and we headed out. The day included a whole heap of driving and stops at a Family Mart to hand over a forgotten drivers license to Yoko, two retail stores to find t-shirts for the festival the boys are heading to next week, one Italian restaurant and some delicious food, a barber and finally a hospital to partake in a couple of Mark’s English classes.

I brought the camera along but only took it up for a couple of minutes while at the barber. Because just look at it – isn’t it epic? Peter’s now sporting a new do. It was about time, his thick mop of hair was growing in all kinds of directions.

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