1-8 // this morning – mawhitipana reserve, waiheke island
1 – 6 // scenes from a moving train, going to visit my parents
7 // looking back down to a loop of the raurimu spiral. an incredible piece of civil engineering that enables the train to climb 139 metres in a very small space using the natural contours of the terrain & an amazing spiral/horseshoe design [here’s a photo of it from the air]
8 – 10 // scenes from a tiny regional plane, homeward bound
i will find my way back
» find my way back by cody fry
these words could mean so many many things for me right now….
today, it’s the one hour flight home that turned into a five-and-a-half hour journey due to fog.
today, it’s the golden light above the clouds before our tiny plane was diverted to another airport.
today, it’s having lunch with my husband in the city before boarding the ferry to come home.
today, it’s the tuis calling and chasing each other through the trees outside the window where i sit.
today, it’s being home.
1 // Medlands beach, great barrier island
2 // sun & shadows on the deck of our beach house. Medlands beach, great barrier island
there’s something beautiful and indescribable about the way the tangible feels – the small shiver of delight each time i’m loading a roll of film into a camera, the anticipation of getting it back when it has been developed.
and i can’t logically explain the great expanse that exists for me between film & digital – i just know that they are incomparable. neither better or worse than the other, just…. different.
film is unpredictable, temperamental, open to quirks and strange anomalies – all things i find incredibly appealing. like drawing a prize from a lucky dip bucket and being excited by the prospect of what’s inside. film feels quieter, and less showy; it demands a slower pace (especially here on the island, where they only turn the machine on when they have enough orders – so it can be a week or two before i get the developed rolls back). and even with all the slowing down and consideration before making each image, there’s mistakes, tragedies, frustrations, framing – or focusing – gone horribly wrong, double-ups and accidents.
and there’s also the unexpected surprises… things that turned out way better than i imagined they would be. like gifts from the past, stored up to be opened one by one as i scan each frame. the trivial becomes treasure, the mundane infused with magic. dust and scratches a part of the topography of each artefact.
it is an inexplicable love affair, an expensive and time-consuming pastime, a map with no directions.
you have kicked my ass. this was not at all how i imagined you’d be. hot on the heels of a january that passed by like a whirlwind, you fill my days with one test after another. nothing major of course, just small things that have all added up to feel like death by a thousand paper cuts.
still, you haven’t been all bad. there’s been loads of visitors and a strange compulsion to take up trail running. we’ve got most of our studio space done, and had some kick-ass sunshine to laze about in when we’re not re-staining the house or cutting up dead trees for firewood.
i’ve finally made time to go back to my morning walks by the sea, milo seems settled and i’ve got my first local commission.
still, if you could slow down a little bit and let me catch my breath before i turn around and go “whoa! what happened to 2015?!” that would be great.
i’m having an interesting conversation with some of the images i made in hokkaido. i have kind of ended up with a few different styles of images rather than just one set that are all based around the same theme or idea.
it feels like there’s a couple of different pieces that aren’t yet complete and i’m still working on distilling these into something i can define; so for now i’ll just show you four of my favourite minimalist-type photos from the trip.
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lunch at the goldie room, december 2014. canon eos30