I was sunburnt on Saturday and soaked on Sunday… Gotta love Melbourne weather.
Looking at Goffrey de Boismenu
The intention was to go walking today and I got to the location but the weather had other ideas. Dark and gloomy with gusty winds which is great for flying kites, generating power or grinding flour but not so good for photography outdoors. At least not for what I had in mind.
The energy required to set up something indoors was lacking too so I have been pottering about ticking some household jobs off a list I made instead.
This weekend was a marked improvement on the last one.
But not in terms of opportunities for image making. Cloudy,wet, windy and best spent indoors which is pretty much what I did, with a brief look outside this afternoon. That’s when I saw a white Agapanthus that had survived a week of extreme weather. It was still windy, the sun was popping in and out from behind clouds but I managed to record what I wanted.
I need to apply that determination to getting some theme images for this month. Stay tuned.
For Black And White Lovers
by Lize Bard
You could say that I am a struggling artist of some sorts...
travel and adventure
Image your Life
Dear reader, I have bled every single emotion and I have tried my best to put them in these pages. I will write until you run out of tears to find in these words. Tears that are products of every dote you lost, products of so much affliction that they never had enough strength left to carve their path tracing down your cheeks. And I will be honest with you to say that I am not there with you. Truth be told, I am mostly not in these writings. In fact, I have never been in any real relationship that I wander at the thought of whether I have any right to write about these things. But I am a wallflower, in the eighteen years that I have lived I have seen the people around me break so hard that they crumble back to their cradle. Love is a different kind of war but as long as I am standing I will give a hand to those who have fallen. These writings are not about me, despite most being written in first person. I want you to find yourself in them. I want you to find yourself and get yourself back.