Pegs

My fascination and appreciation with things domestic seems to be increasing since I become a house husband. My dear friend Kirstin on her return from Napier and Gisborne where she and her children were escaping the hundreds of aftershooks, very generously gifted me a large collection of used wooden clothes pegs. I was instantly attracted to them. I rushed off into my natural light studio and took portraits of each one. I like the way no two are exactly the same. The years of use has burnished some, other look like a toddler has used them for chewing practice. I'm keen to put all the portraits in a series and publish it as a book.
I also did a group portrait. I enjoy the simplicity, elegance and colour of the vintage enamel bowl.

succulants

This snap was taken on an evening stroll a few days after the 22 Feb quake that destroyed so much of Christchurch and our people. The sadness is intense.
My brother Russell and his wife Rosemary generously gave us a reprieve from the aftershocks and lack of power and water for a few days. It was great to spend this time with family.

Bread

I once saw a women throwing out her old bread on to the berm, I thought this was a generous humanitarian act of kindness to the local bird population. As I watched she finished distributing the doughy morsels and then walked back across the road to her house. I am intrigued as to why she didn't just feed them on her own large lawn. Was she afraid of birds?, did she fear her cat may devour the birds?, did she not want them messing up her lawn? I'll never know
This picture is not of that incident. It's our back lawn, This was a test shot for a new wee point and shoot camera I had just bought. The results are quite pleasing, to me.

Pudding

Buried under all the fruit and flower salad is the first pavlova I've ever baked, room for improvement I feel.
The ocassion was the birthdays of my dear friends Kirstin and Grae.

More Auckland snaps

I was in Auckland just before Christmas. My wife, Helen was having eye surgery.

Auckland Airport

A garden of cigarette butts. There were three female smokers about to indulge when I took this snap. They were amazed that anyone would want to photograph their used butts. They remind me of a wild, beach style garden.

End of an era

This is the last photo I took at CPIT, after 27 years I was made surplus to requirements.