Snow over Little Mt. Ida

Kia ora tatou:

The workshop season is underway…..

1. Winterlight Workshop One is almost full, but there is room on the second workshop. If the thought of  working in the fabulous Central Otago landscape and making stunning photographs, eating great food and drinking fine Otago wines appeals, then be in. We have moved this year’s workshop nearer to the beginning of July to  get the hoar frost. And Ken Ring reckons this winter will be amazing (ly cold)… Read about the workshop here. I dare you OZ readers to come across for it….
   
2. The Innerlight workshop at Lake Waikaremoana is filling as well. If you saw the results of last year’s participants in the exhibition now open, you will know the amazing results they achieved. A few places remain.Note: entry to the workshop is by portfolio or to those who have participated in Winterlight or a freeman Patterson workshop, since it follows on from topics taught on those. Read more here.
3. Towards Creativity- From Photography to Art.I have a new workshop planned for mid-April at the Braemar Lodge in Hanmer Springs, a result of people asking me how  I go about making images like Religion is… It  will interest all of you who want to take your picture-making to a new level, beyond pure photography/representation to art/expression. I have been evolving a new set of techniques and approaches over the last 18 months and I am itching to share them and work with you, before I leave for South Africa to get married. You can read about it here. Strictly limited to 12 participants.

Out There

I have begun following a new line of enquiry.

I have been thinking (already I can hear the intakes of breath, the hisses of concern, sense brows beginning to furrow, and hear the sounds of hooves disappearing over the horizon). But there is some thinking I need to share with you, a discussion I would like to open, one in which hopefully you will all participate. If it engenders discussion, debate and especially disagreement, then all well and good, because I believe that all of us need at some point in our photographic journey, to look at what we are doing and consider it in a wider context. In doing so we may well find the threads of a new path, one which is uniquely our own. I very much doubt that I will be able to get through all of this in a single post, and I expect these musings may require several essays on the subject.

So, without further ado, let me launch. Realise, however, that this is the beginning of a journey and my opinions may change at any time…it is a work in progress, but I sense a need to share.

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For Windows users only ( Mac fanbois may now smirk contentedly).

If you shoot RAW and are continually irritated by the fact that you cannot see thumbnails of your images in Windows Explorer, then you should download and install the  FastPictureViewer WIC RAW Codec Pack. This utility enables Windows Explorer to show your images as thumbnails. It applies to most cameras, both current and legacy. It works with XP SP3 ( you have installed SP3, haven’t you?), Vista and Win 7. Recommended.

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I am currently in Rotorua, New Zealand, preparing for the official opening of the Innerlight Exhibition, an exhibition of work from students who atended last year’s workshop at Lake Waikaremoana.

Frankly the work has surpassed my wildest expectations. At a time when the medium is in transition, when digital photography has offered us a new direction which we are groping towards ( blog post in production), to see work which moves the medium into a new place, is very exciting indeed.

Do take the time to visit the show if you are close by.

Otherwise, have a look here, and enjoy the work, all of which has moved from photography as representation to another space altogether.

There are still places on this year’s Innerlight workshop….

Nga mihi

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I need help(I imagine there are one or two of you who would agree with that statement).

Now that I am settled into Hanmer, more or less, and beginning to get back in the groove, I am keen to begin expanding the range of workshops I have to offer. To that end I have been doing a little informal market research, asking people what they would like me to offer. There is bound to be something one of you would like to see, which is never occurred to me.so if you have any ideas, you might like to either e-mail me or make a comment below. I would love to hear what you think.

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I know I have banged on about tripods ad nauseam, but I feel it is time to visit this again, having been at a workshop where the $80 tripods which are a chiropractor’s best friend were present. A good tripod is indispensable for a photographer.End of story.

If there is one piece of equipment which is absolutely indispensable to a landscape photographer, it has to be the tripod. Put simply, any landscape photographer worth his salt has a really good tripod … or two. Whenever I am teaching landscape photography workshops, it never ceases to amaze me how little emphasis would-be photographer’s give to the selection of their tripod. They spend an amazing amount of money on the best cameras, the best lenses and high-quality filters, then spend a pittance on the tripod. Buying a cheap tripod is, quite simply, false economy. And here is why.

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Religion is

The first winds of winter

Then let my name be called

Traveller

-Basho

From time to time I think about those people who, having found the photographic path that works for them, and fascinated by it, compelled to follow it, do so happily for the rest of their careers.

Lucky them.

The remaining few of us, restless souls that we are, and never quite content with any one direction, move from one thing to another, exploring, learning, then, having found what we wanted to find that period of time, moving on.

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Homer Tunnel, 31/10/1937

I am here now.

The last month has been a wild roller coaster, what with moving into a new home and dealing with my mother’s passing. What truly helped were the  telephone calls, e-mails, texts and cards which many of you sent me. I cannot begin to thank you enough for your kindness and support. I am deeply grateful. But, bit by bit, things are beginning to settle down, and bit by bit, I am beginning to get on the road again. Because of you. Because of your kindness.

My profound thanks.

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Wagamama window, Wellington

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The last few days have been both painful and revelatory.

Little did I realise  how my post of Saturday morning would generate such adeeply-moving and generous response from all of you.

In that time you have posted, sent me emails, phoned me and goivenme massive support.

I am deeply honoured and deeply grateful. My thoughts being elsewhere, and having  access to the Internet only from my Blackberry, thanking you all sufficiently has not been easy to do.

May I express my heartfelt gratitude and hope that you will forgive me for not replying on an individual basis.

Namaste.

We can only wait.

While i do so, I have  begun to write again. I hope the previous two posts will give you something to read and enjoy.

Nga mihi ki a katoa

Sony A900. 24mm. ISO 100, f8 @ 1/320

The future was rushing towards me, drawing ever closer, arriving on the horned wings of an approaching storm. I looked up in horror, in ghastly realisation, and knew that there was nothing, nothing at all I could do to escape, to turn it away….

I am more convinced than ever that whatever we photograph, we need to be passionate about it, we need to embrace it.

Being a restless soul and a Libran to boot, and thus deeply aware of the duality which dwells in all of us, I cannot help myself. I need at least one other way of photographing. I love photographing the landscape, being out there with Creation and drawing it, drawing from it what it is saying to me at the time.

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Sony DSC R-1, ISO 160, 1/640@f8

I know that I have blogged about this many times, but there’s only so much you can do when you’re stuck on a ferry for 3 hours, with nowhere to go (unless you fancy a long swim). You can sleep; you can read a book; you can sit there inside the tin can, watching the family-friendly movie which they supply and which I inevitably do not want to watch. You can sit in the bar and get quietly drunk. Or you can head to the cafe and beat up your gall bladder on a diet of fat-enriched fat.

Or you can watch all the other people on the boat and make photographs of them…

I must be getting old (well, I don’t feel old) but it seems to me that every time I make the journey across Cook Strait, either I have attained the status of a Methuselah or the other passengers are all getting younger. Or both.   The number in my age group seems to lessen with each trip and the number of Gen Z’ers to be on the increase. I watch from my own life perspective and, of course that gives me the chance to be “objective”.

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As a few of you know, Heather and I have been journeying for the last few weeks, looking for the right place to settle and begin again…or continue what has been begun. For some time I have  had a dream of building a centre, a whare oranga, where I could teach workshops, write, guide/mentor,  and be of assistance. As some of you also know, I spent a portion of 2008 and 2009 studying mauri hau ora. Understandings gained from that, and from my time in South Africa, have been feeding themselves through into my work, and adding to a teaching philosophy I developed for myself while working for NatColl Design Technology College some years ago.

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Kamikaze, Rotorua

Relax, said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can check out any time you like,
But you can never leave.

The Eagles: Hotel California

I am not sure what it is about circuses and sideshows, but they fascinate me. I think they always have. I would like to think it has something to do with a childhood fascination, from being taken to a circus as a child and steering in awe at the clowns and circus animals. But that would be untrue. I have a vague memory, as a child, of being led around the outside of a circus, but never actually getting to see the performance. So there is nothing in my past that Stephen King could use as a hook for one of his astounding horror novels. Yet, at times, whenever I spend an hour or so in a sideshow, I get this uneasy feeling that in some surrogate way, I’m participating in a Stephen King script. So, being a photographer of sorts, I use the camera to help me navigate a path through this sense of the surreal and bizarre.

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Oamaru Pony Club

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It is that time of the year again ( isn’t it always?).With Christmas on us, the insane rush to shut New Zealand for a few days will see people buying as if the shops will be shut forever, and tradesmen working 28-hour days to complete work for clients ( you want it when?).

As a number of you know, I am on the road, seeking a new place to settle.Currently I am in Rotorua, spending Christmas with my mother (soon to turn 93!).

I want to thank you all for your support this year and in the past ( the blog is about to turn 400 000- I hope I do not!!). So I thought I would reprise this post from 2007.

I wish you well for  Christmas ( and indeed for all the year, every year.) Blessings to you all.

Things I do badly (the list is extensive) include remembering birthdays and writing Xmas cards. My apologies in advance.

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Christchurch1

Sometimes I forget. Sometimes I really do.

Over the years, as I’ve grown up, I’ve tried to avoid the fact that it was in Christchurch.

I guess my boyhood memories have not been very happy ones. I remember a city that was cold, unfriendly and not at all welcoming to a small boy fresh in from the country. I wasn’t used to schools that had more than 20 pupils, where nobody really seem to care whether you turned up or not. Certainly there was no sense of community, just variable friendship and competition. Furthermore, the winters, living down by the edge of the Heathcote River, were anything but warm and comfortable. Much of it had to do with the fact that our house was not insulated and, as a consequence, was an icebox in winter. I guess most houses in those days were like that.

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