It’s ANZAC Day tomorrow, so here’s a photo I made a few years ago of the Cenotaph in Wellington.
No. In fact, I’m sure I don’t want to, so please stop rubbing it in that I’ve got other things I have to do. :-(
The colossal elephant of Coney Island (Brooklyn). Scientific American. 1885.
This is my camera, an Ebony 4x5.
Since leaving work and going back to university, it hasn’t been out of its bag once in >3 years.
I can’t wait to have university behind me again, and Ebony in front. With her and our invisibility cloak, together we block out the rest of the world. Nothing exists except that which is crystal clear and unpredictable on the ground glass: an image that will, once printed, remind me and teach me about how my consciousness and subconsciousness view and interpret and value my context.
Tristan and Isolde - Wagner - Prelude to Act 3 - Conducted by Leopold Stokowski.
I don’t normally post / reblog pictures of cemeteries. I’m not into the macabre. But this is an old negative of mine that I’ve just rediscovered.
The location is Clifton Cemetery, just outside Nelson on NZ’s South Island.
I remember seeing this grave on its own under the shelter of these old trees and thinking there was a wonderful story in it. The trees embrace the deceased. The deceased returns their energy to the trees through the earth. Perhaps it’s a bit clichéd, but I like the cycle nonetheless.
By me. Where I once was and where I’d rather be.
Mount Cook (NZ), with my 5x4 Ebony camera.