As a child I was fascinated by photography. I liked to think I was
on a mission to capture the perfect photo. I would buy myself a cheap
disposable camera from the supermarket (these were the days before
digital cameras), spend a week or so taking the best photos in the
entire world (in my humble 9 year old opinion), have them processed then
rip them out of the envelope with glee — only to discover with great
disappointed that I had taken most photos seconds too late. This became a
particular talent of mine, that and blurred photos that looked like
they had been taken inside a womb.
Talent of choice: taking bad photos
In my late teens, I worked for a photo processing company. I had
given up my interest in photography by then, but found working there
heartening as I soon discovered that I wasn’t the only one who had a
knack for directing the camera at the sun and taking pointless photos
of glare because I thought they looked ‘artistic’.
It’s only recently that I’ve started taking photos again with any
enthusiasm, thanks largely to a decent camera phone. I’m not formally
trained nor do I take photos professionally, but I think some of these
shots have turned out well, so I share them with you now:
Food
Oh glorious food.
Black forest cup cakes
Kitty cats
Beatrice and Harriet, unsure about their sitters
Harriet
Beatrice (I love her little paw pads)
Landscape
Sky opening up on the way to Castlemaine
Flagstaff Gardens
Path to Flagstaff Gardens
Castlemaine Botanical Gardens, Christmas Day
Powerlines
Lake Mountain
Train approaching
And garden
Tomato seedling
sunflower
