Belgium. Bruges. Pretty. That’s all. Too tired to write.
Category: Photography
And there, hidden amongst the fog, was a man, or a moth. We couldn’t see the difference.
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.
And then there were mountains
A couple of weeks back we went to the Grampians for a long weekend. Peter filmed, I took a few photos, and mainly we walked, saw lots and lots of kangaroos and had prosecco. Oh and it was cold. So freaking cold.
Iphone hitting the streets
Location scouting outtakes
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.
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.
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.
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.
A duck in Akihabara
A few days ago we headed to Akihabara. We haven’t done a whole lot of touristy things on this trip mainly because, well, that was kind of the point. But this place was on Peter’s to do list. Akihabara is apparently the electronics district (+ the maid cafe area, but we avoided that proper cause a wee bit yuck) and on weekends they stop traffic on the main road. We wandered up and down the middle of this massive road, filled with people just hanging, wandering, photographing. It was kind of neat. I attempted some sort of street photography, trying to be all stealth and stuff with varying results.
When our feet were tired from walking we found this little covered plaza that hosted a bunch of little stalls. They offered sake tastings (+ stuff for sale, of course!), which Peter of course had to try. For me, the sake non-lover a couple of stands offered beer, so we sat down on the sidewalk, people watched and sipped some tasty beverages. Just as we were finishing up I looked up and there was a pet duck. I kid you not. A spanking white duck, on a lead with tiny tiny tiny little red booties. It was odd and quite captivating. I am now wondering if there’s a duck boot store in Tokyo. If yes I’d really like to go. Anyone know of any?
