Some photos from a recent trip to Tokyo.
Tag: colour
Before and After…
snow leopard shoes

Doing a ‘fashion’ shoot for my Photoshop course at the CCP. Here is one of my candidates.
glimpse…
Glimpse
As we exist in the world, fragments of that existence are presented to the world. These fragments are captured by all people in various forms, through sight then storage in their brain, then recorded or written in a book, through photographs, art, video and film, etc.
Almost all of these fragments never reach a medium outside the observer, but are elegantly and efficiently stored in our brains conscious and sub-conscious.
Many of these glimpses are innocuous or mundane, they lack the gravitas or circumstance for reproduction. Destined or stored in the deep vaults of our consciousness, never to be reclaimed. Are they completely removed from our being? I am not sure.
The ‘glimpse’ series explores and presents some of these innocuous and mundane recollections. The objective is to trigger a recollection of someone you know or have met, or an event that you had long forgotten. It could have been a deeply personal relationship, someone you met briefly, perhaps only once, or something you experienced in private. Perhaps it was something important, irrelevant, joyous or sad.
This ‘glimpse’ allows us to ponder and speculate moments of ours and other lives that may have been lost.
I hope you find some memorable!
Danger!
Always look on the bright side of life…
University abstract
My daughter went to a ballet rehearsal at Adelaide University. They wouldn’t let us watch. I wandered around for a while and this is what I found.
On one of the walls is a small white piece of paper with poem by Anna Akhmatova, a 20 century poet from Russia. I drink to home, that is lost, To evil life of mine, To loneness in which we’re both, And to your future, fine, -- To lips by which I was betrayed, To eyes that deathly cold, To that that the world is bad and that We were not saved by God.
Kodak 160NC, Pentax P3 and a CPL
Chance

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy’s eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
“Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!”
from Viva La Vida (Coldplay, 2008)



