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Category : Waharoa

The waharoa is the gateway onto a Māori marae, or meeting place. It is the place where the manuhiri (visitors) are welcomed onto the land.
Here kōrerō (stories) will be told.
Please pass through the waharoa to the taumata, the place where I share my own journey with a camera, and sing the songs of the understandings of the world and of myself which photography gifts me.
All of us who travel the road of our life with a camera have a wonderful friend and guide, to share and comment on who we are.
And why we are.

The is-ness of water and light- a paradox

The is-ness of water and light- a paradox

Te Ara O Te Aorangi, Hokianga  Nikon D810, Tamron 70-200/2.8 Di VC USD @70mm ISO 64, 1/1000s (x10) @ f8    “Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame.” […]

Of mangroves and the leathery slap of water

Of mangroves and the leathery slap of water

Mangroves, Te Karaka  Nikon D810, Sigma Art 24-105/f4 ISO64, 1/100s @ f8     Water has its own personality, its own character, its own mauri, or essence. Actually it has many personalities, as many, in fact, as there are stars fixed to the underside of the night. And the water of Hokianga is a particular […]

An invisible conversation

An invisible conversation

An Invisible Conversation, near Kohukohu   Nikon D810, Tamron 70-200/2.8 VC USD ISO 100, 1/1250s @f8   “Photography came out of painting and is now going back to it” ~ David Hockney Sometimes realisation can lurk back in the shadows, back beyond the light of recognition, waiting for the opportune moment to emerge and pounce. […]

A shift in the flux of the heart

A shift in the flux of the heart

 Ngapuke, from Arai te Uru  Nikon D810, Tamron 15-30 /2.8 VC USD ISO 64, 1/640s @f9     The weather was turning. A storm was coming. I could feel the fingers of its unspoken intention plucking with calloused and experienced fingers at the strings of the heavens, tendrils of intention reaching out and beyond the […]

Kotare on a wire

Kotare on a wire

 Intuitions Nikon D810, Sigma 24-105/4 Art Iso 100, 1/640s@f5.6       Kotare on a wire   In the mornings, when the sun is hiding behind the low hills beyond Taheke, preening itself just prior to making a Grand Entrance, I walk out onto the wet grass in front of the house, allowing its moist […]

A Ring around The Moon

A Ring around The Moon

 Moon and Cloud, Hokianga Harbour  Nikon D810, Tamron 70-200/2.8 ISO 100, 1/250s @ f8 There is a ring around the Moon. I see it on certain nights, usually close to full moon, when its energy is at its peak. If I look at it, I will see a glowing, pulsing corona, shimmering with blue energy, […]

Wandering in a daze-entering via the exit door.

Wandering in a daze-entering via the exit door.

Inaianei II  Nikon D810, Sigma 25-104/f4 ART ISO 100, 1/320s @ f8   “The artist is always beginning. Any work of art which is not a beginning, an invention, a discovery, is of little worth.” ― Ezra Pound This is the first article of two, offering some thoughts on what is shaping up to be […]

JOURNEY- Homecoming

JOURNEY- Homecoming

Tupuna II, Hokianga Nikon D810, Sigma 24-105/f4 ART ISO 100, 1/200s @ f8 Ancient History was waiting for me, and the disparate threads of my journey were beginning to weave together. It had been a long journey. It had been a hard journey, full of dark nights and crossing cold storm-driven, snow-furled winter passes. I […]

Of Spiders and Diamonds

Of Spiders and Diamonds

Web in Garden, Ranfurly Fujifilm X-T1, 60/2.4R ISO 200,1/55s@ f2.8     It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel. John Keats Two things were becoming very clear to me, two things which told me it was autumn. Firstly, it was dark […]

Of Silence and Angels

Of Silence and Angels

Angel, Hamiltons Cemetery, Maniototo  Fujifilm X-T1, XF 10-24 f4 ISO 200, 1/640s @ f10 “Within its gates I heard the sound Of winds in cypress caverns caught Of huddling tress that moaned, and sought To whisper what their roots had found. (“A Dream of Fear”)” ― George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy […]

Of Jessie, Maude and Connie

Of Jessie, Maude and Connie

Roses, Ranfurly Fujifilm X-T1, XF 60/2.4 ISO 200, 1.4s @f16   “I feel as if I had opened a book and found roses of yesterday sweet and fragrant, between its leaves.”  ― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of the Island “There is nothing more difficult for a truly creative painter than to paint a rose, because before he can do […]

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