Friday, July 29, 2016
Breakout
The purist in me says this is neither photography nor painting and, if it can't make up its mind what to be, then it's just a bastard child trying on names it doesn't deserve. Maybe.
But the truth is I like it; in places the camera shows through and in others, details are brushed aside in a smear of colour. I find the net result quite compelling as though the idea of the landscape is trying to break out into its own reality.
Labels:
Birdlings Flat,
painting,
photography
Location:
Birdlings Flat 7591, New Zealand
Tuesday, July 26, 2016
Sleeping in a silo
Whether it's the prairies of Alberta or the 'metropolis' of Little River, silos have long been recognised as a potential place to take shelter - provided that is, no one is about to empty or fill your selected silo. There is no chance of that happening with the Little River silos - they have been kitted out specifically for the traveller. This last weekend we spent our first night in a silo.
Downstairs
Upstairs
As a fun place for a stop-over, the silos are well worth a visit but I thought them somewhat impractical for a longer stay. Nevertheless, they were well maintained, clean and tidy, and there is a well-stocked cafe is right next door, run by the same people who also run the art gallery.
No, the silos aren't bent - all taken with a fisheye lens - quirky, just like the silos.
Labels:
Little River,
photos,
silo,
silostay
Location:
Little River 7591, New Zealand
Monday, July 18, 2016
OldFord
OldFord, that's been my Geocaching name for as long as, and an appropriate description for this very tidy yellow Model A, found sitting in Oxford's Main Street this weekend. A busy Sunday Main Street hardly provides a great background, especially with an all-encompassing fish-eye lens but, dialing back the realism into the interpretative zone, produced something that I found quite pleasing in an illustrative, comic-booky sort of way.
Location:
Oxford, New Zealand
Sunday, July 10, 2016
Cosmic Surfer
My first fractal for a while and my first on the new PC. I recognised the Cosmic Surfer as soon as I saw her on the screen; it was just a case of drawing her out from the mathematical mist. When rendering fractals, I am used to it taking hours, sometimes many hours, so when I saw the number '8' in the 'time remaining' I thought, 'eight hours; I'll let it run over night' - only it wasn't 8 hours, it was 8 minutes - oh the joy of a processor with 4 physical and 8 virtual cores!
Last August I wrote about the ease of upgrading to Windows 10 and how, in my view, it was the sweetest Windows upgrade ever. Well, that was nothing compared to Windows 10 on a new PC. Unconstrained by legacy decisions about which storage devices things should live on, Windows 10 looks neater and tidier than it did as an upgrade. And it does what an operating system is supposed to - gets out of the way and lets you get on with actual work. In fact, working on the new PC makes me feel a bit like the Cosmic Surfer.
Friday, July 1, 2016
Shelter from the storm
A stormy day, an abandoned house and Irene, my infrared camera. I'm quite pleased with how this turned out; usually, IR photography is a sunny day activity for me, but the subject caught my eye and the false colours add an 'other worldly' look to what would otherwise have been a rather drab scene.
Labels:
Amberley,
infrared,
photography
Location:
Amberley, New Zealand
Monday, June 6, 2016
Phoneography
Put camera in bag ... gather up coat, wallet and phone ... leave home - without camera.
All is not lost, I still have my phone and my phone has a camera. It's just that I don't like my phone camera. More exactly, I don't like using my phone as a camera, it's an unwieldy and decidedly sub-par photographic experience that often leaves me grinding my teeth in frustration AND it only gives me flimsy JPG files to work with. Four hours on the computer later, I have two pictures I quite like - neither of them are selfies.
The thing is, I've grown too fussy. Even my phone can beat the socks off the old film camera gear I was using twenty years ago - I wish I had been able to produce monochromes with this sort of tonal quality and sharpness back then. So it took four hours to produce two pictures; by the time I had developed and printed the pictures twenty years ago, it would have been closer to four days.
Perhaps that's the problem; it all comes too easy today - anyone with a phone can be a photographer, even me.
Samsung Galaxy Note III + Silver Effects Pro
Labels:
phone,
photography
Location:
Pegasus 7691, New Zealand
Sunday, May 8, 2016
Autumn in Christchurch
It's been a wonderful Autumn here in the South Island. Usually, Autumn is a fairly brief affair - the leaves turn, the Nor'westers blow into town and then it's all bare trees and Winter. All over in about a fortnight. This year, the Nor'westers haven't turned up at all. The leaves have turned yet fallen only slowly; it's been going on for a month now - all very beautiful.
These are all from Thursday's annual walk through the Christchurch Botanic Gardens, on my way to my routine hospital appointment where, for the fourth year in a row, I continue to confound the doctors by showing an apparent improvement in what is supposed to be a degenerative disease. (He, he.)
Oh, and before you ask (you were going to ask weren't you?) I am still shooting in black and white. It's just that when the post is about Autumn colours, it seems important to illustrate it in ... well ... colour.
Happy Birthday, Dad!
These are all from Thursday's annual walk through the Christchurch Botanic Gardens, on my way to my routine hospital appointment where, for the fourth year in a row, I continue to confound the doctors by showing an apparent improvement in what is supposed to be a degenerative disease. (He, he.)
Oh, and before you ask (you were going to ask weren't you?) I am still shooting in black and white. It's just that when the post is about Autumn colours, it seems important to illustrate it in ... well ... colour.
Happy Birthday, Dad!
Friday, May 6, 2016
Creating a new currency
After the aborted attempt to change our flag, I think New Zealand should consider having a new currency.
Basically, our existing currency is broken - too much of it has found its way into the hands of too few. Money is a bit like those iron filings we used to hold over a magnet when we were at school; tap the paper and the filings start to show the magnetic field. We have tapped the paper of "free market" ideology so much that most of the money has gone to the poles - we can't see a fair and equitable society anymore because there's precious little left to mark its position.
It wasn't always like this. When I first came to New Zealand, in the 1980's, we had a more egalitarian society. I willingly sacrificed thousands of dollars a year to take my first New Zealand job, because my wife's job as a temporary secretary had been enough for the four of us to live on while I looked for work. The lower paid and the higher paid were not so far apart then. Not any longer; we threw that all away when we embraced free market ideals and less government intervention. Something important in the New Zealand make-up shrivelled and died at the end of the last century.
We need a new mechanism. Something that properly values contributions to our society other than economic contributions. Who is it that decided that a banker is worth more than a nurse, that a marketing executive is worth more than a teacher? In our present economic system, the dollar is the only measure - if you are good at making dollars, you get more dollars. But if you're good at making people well, or educating them, then that doesn't count for so much. It's the money system that says, because your rare illness requires expensive medicine and we can save one hundred people with another illness for the same money, then you can't have the treatment. The money system, left to its own devices, can't value a lot of things that are important to many New Zealanders. There are things you just can't put a price on.
Now, I do know that we will not easily get rid of the NZ$ so my proposal is to create a second currency. Perhaps we can call them 'ferns'. The exchange rate could be fixed - one fern for one dollar - nice and simple. We raise ferns, by creating a new, voluntary, tax. The tax, based on income. would rise from (say) 1% for the low paid to something like 20% for high earners (in addition to existing taxes). Businesses would also have a fern tax, say 10%, on all earnings. As I said, the tax would be voluntary, so those who thought they couldn't afford it could take a pass. The earnings from the fern tax would be used to more fairly compensate groups in our society that we value, like health care professionals, or educators, and to assist people who can't help themselves, like the sick or disabled.
But who on earth would pay such a voluntary tax? Well, if you are a business and you pay the fern tax then you get to advertise the fact that you are part of the fern economy. That way consumers get to know who the good guys are and who are the 'greedy bastards'; who would you rather do business with? If you're an individual you get to put special style plates on your car or stickers on your house (like those neighbourhood watch stickers; remember them?). You get to carry a special ID card to show that you're a real New Zealander with New Zealand values. As I said, voluntary, but a tax that would earn you something else that New Zealanders value - respect.
Yes, I know, it would never fly. There will never be a fern currency any more than there will be a fern flag. But it's a nice idea to play thought experiments with. Perhaps we could have a referendum, I hear they cost about $26 million each, a small price to pay to give inequality a big kick in the guts.
Saturday, April 23, 2016
Completing the circle
When I first started taking photographs back in my teenage years, everything was black and white. There was colour photography of course, but not if you wanted to process at home in your own darkroom. Gradually, colour processing did become available and many of us migrated to the world of colour.
Digital, of course, is naturally a colour medium, so colour has become the default setting for the majority of today's digital photographers. But recently I have been asking myself why; what would happen if I decided to work almost entirely in black and white again? Sure, my files would still come out of the camera in colour, but that is quickly removed - the bigger challenge is to think in black and white when taking the picture.
Back in Oxford, the old West Oxford Hotel has now been refurbished and rebranded as the "Rustic Country Hotel".
So, perhaps it's time to close the gate on colour for a while and explore the world of black and white once more. Guess that means I've come full circle.
Digital, of course, is naturally a colour medium, so colour has become the default setting for the majority of today's digital photographers. But recently I have been asking myself why; what would happen if I decided to work almost entirely in black and white again? Sure, my files would still come out of the camera in colour, but that is quickly removed - the bigger challenge is to think in black and white when taking the picture.
I like the way that black and white can bring out the drama in a picture. The colour version of the blacksmith is a nice picture but nowhere as dramatic as this black and white.
Black and white also helps emphasise shape and tonality without the distractions of colour. Both these first two photos were taken at Iron Ridge Quarry, an interesting sculpture park in the Hurunui.
Back in Oxford, the old West Oxford Hotel has now been refurbished and rebranded as the "Rustic Country Hotel".

So, perhaps it's time to close the gate on colour for a while and explore the world of black and white once more. Guess that means I've come full circle.
Wednesday, March 30, 2016
My kinda church
Recently, in an online faith community I frequent, there has been much discussion on the subject of church attendance. Perhaps surprisingly for an online community, the vast majority of participants are committed church attendees, a number being actively involved in the life of their churches well beyond basic Sunday attendance. I have been like that too. But part of the discussion included this blog post in which the writer promotes the view that it's not possible to be a Christian unless you regularly go to church. Allow me to disagree.
But, before I disagree, it must be said that there are ideas about being a Christian and what church is that do support that blog writer's point of view. If by 'church' you mean an institutional church and if by 'Christian' you mean a member of an institutional church then, of course, Christianity and church attendance are inextricably entwined. But, I submit, Christianity is not an institutional thing, it's about a person, an individual we call Jesus Christ, and to be a Christian is nothing more nor less than being a follower of Jesus Christ. 'Church,' in this context is the universal fellowship of Christian believers and not the building down the road. In this understanding, we create a serious problem if we attempt to make being Christian dependent on institutional church attendance.
Of course, none of that precludes church attendance. But it does tell us that our Christianity can't be confined to a church nor defined by our attendance at a church. Christianity is a lived faith, not an institutionalised belief system. At its core, Christianity is a faith where our relationship with God is mediated by only one person - the Christ who makes us Christian (and not only in language terms). Where the institutional church and its professional clergy do have an important role to play, is in guiding us flock of Christians towards a spiritually mature participation in the Kingdom of God. Historical power structures may have made it otherwise in the past but here, in the twenty-first century, the institutional church must take up the role of servant-guide and foot-washer if it is to avoid a slide into irrelevance. (I loved that the Pope modeled this over Easter.)
And here's the thing; you couldn't keep me away from a church that was interested in helping me and everyone else to become better at this Christian thing. Not better Anglicans or Catholics, not better Baptists or Pentecostals, nor better Methodists or Adventists (the list goes on) - just better Christians, lovers of God and our fellow human beings. Religious dogma doesn't fix social injustice, it doesn't heal the sick nor bind up the broken hearted. I need to know how to pick up my cross and carry it as Christ said I should. Where is the church that's more interested in those things than the state of its roof, the sex of its ministers or whether the weekly tithe will cover the bills? Take me to that church.
But, before I disagree, it must be said that there are ideas about being a Christian and what church is that do support that blog writer's point of view. If by 'church' you mean an institutional church and if by 'Christian' you mean a member of an institutional church then, of course, Christianity and church attendance are inextricably entwined. But, I submit, Christianity is not an institutional thing, it's about a person, an individual we call Jesus Christ, and to be a Christian is nothing more nor less than being a follower of Jesus Christ. 'Church,' in this context is the universal fellowship of Christian believers and not the building down the road. In this understanding, we create a serious problem if we attempt to make being Christian dependent on institutional church attendance.
Of course, none of that precludes church attendance. But it does tell us that our Christianity can't be confined to a church nor defined by our attendance at a church. Christianity is a lived faith, not an institutionalised belief system. At its core, Christianity is a faith where our relationship with God is mediated by only one person - the Christ who makes us Christian (and not only in language terms). Where the institutional church and its professional clergy do have an important role to play, is in guiding us flock of Christians towards a spiritually mature participation in the Kingdom of God. Historical power structures may have made it otherwise in the past but here, in the twenty-first century, the institutional church must take up the role of servant-guide and foot-washer if it is to avoid a slide into irrelevance. (I loved that the Pope modeled this over Easter.)
And here's the thing; you couldn't keep me away from a church that was interested in helping me and everyone else to become better at this Christian thing. Not better Anglicans or Catholics, not better Baptists or Pentecostals, nor better Methodists or Adventists (the list goes on) - just better Christians, lovers of God and our fellow human beings. Religious dogma doesn't fix social injustice, it doesn't heal the sick nor bind up the broken hearted. I need to know how to pick up my cross and carry it as Christ said I should. Where is the church that's more interested in those things than the state of its roof, the sex of its ministers or whether the weekly tithe will cover the bills? Take me to that church.
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