All posts filed under: Capture & Create

Traveling to the Cape of Good Hope.

Notes from Yesterday. It’s early morning here in Cape town and the day is going to be busy. The mountain is grey still and when I finish this, it will be in bright sunshine. We drive on a very narrow road where hills rise to huge heights on the left. The ground drops hundreds of feet on the other side of the road to meet the foaming  turquoise ocean. Along the way we come upon beaches fringed with white houses, they  present a universal affluence. Ocean views give way to lush green pastures and small towns are nestled in tree lined valleys. Many of the houses in the more remote areas are very modest.  Towns with interesting names like Fish Hoek and Noordhoek. This area is unique, the mountains and prevailing ocean winds cause cloud vacuums and clouds burst through  the mountain cuttings like grey rolling blankets. Sometimes when we stop at a stop light, women approach the bus with white paper in the hand. I’m led to believe that it has their name and address …

Morocco tour – No 4.

Hope this is not getting boring, but with a little down time and fast internet. I am able to finish the images I promised. Doors and windows. All of these images were photographed at the Kasbah of the Udayas. You go through a Massive gate way and the roads wind down to the sea front. It’s an ancient walled town that sits on a small peninsular at the edge of the Atlantic Ocean. This is one of those places that you need to play with light to get the best effect for your images. The narrow alleys create strong shadows and the sun hits the tip of the white walls creating reflections that you can use to your advantage. We had just a 15 minute walk where we could compose images so I think I ended up with more walls than street scapes. Cats are everywhere, they are well fed and very comfortable with strangers.

Walk the Souks in Marrakech. – 1

  Take a walk with me through the Souk in Marrakech, a photographic tour.  We’ve been exposed to so many breathtaking things. Souks, that wind under huge sand coloured buildings lined with colourful things. It’s a maze of brilliant object d’art. But you share the confined spaces with motorbikes, donkeys, horses and hand pushed carts. It’s noisy, the smells are foreign and exotically sweet. During the day it is almost predominately men present and the stalls appear to be run by men rather than women. I’ve been chastised very loudly for photographing a fruit stall and yet invited to take photos in other places. Its quite cold, You have to layer and I would dearly love to be here in Summer. Marrakech has the largest traditional Berber market in Morocco and the image of the city is closely associated with its souks. Paul Sullivan cites the souks as the principal shopping attraction in the city, describing it as “a honeycomb of intricately connected alleyways, this fundamental section of the old city is a micro-medina in …

Spaghetti for Breakfast.

  One of the things about travel… specially in the USA is that I can make one purchased meal last for three meals. Lunch at Olive Garden yesterday provided dinner and breakfast this morning. Yes, spaghetti for breakfast this morning. I stay in hotels for a large part of the year and I like to have a microwave and a fridge in my room… that means I can be self contained. I can’t come at eggs and sausages that taste like plastic. I can also make a toasted cheese sandwich in my room… just bring a little aluminium foil in your case.

The things that stir the imagination.

Our travel companions will be exposed to the beauty, the day to day workings and sometimes, the sheer luxury of India.  For me, the excitement of my trips is waking the senses and being challenged. I enjoy exploring and capturing what some would say is the mundane with my camera. So we will source our tools to work with in the markets of Old Delhi.  

Early morning photo shoot.

The alarm rang at 5.30am and shocked me into reality. I stretched my legs, were they still hurting from walking for hours on that hard cement floor the previous day. That darn floor always jumps up and grabs me. “No, they are still attached” I mumbled so I figured I’d made it through to today. A little numb from sleep saturation, I dressed hurriedly. The clothes were ironed and hanging from the wardrobe door, (even down to the compulsory scarf)  in anticipation of an early start. Lisa had woken through the night and had written a list of things we needed to take with us for the day and I had made a mental note, so we both sanctimoniously congratulated ourselves on our organisational skills (that later fell in a heap) The 12 mile drive to the city of Alamogordo was accompanied by Mozart, the sun tipped the mountains to the right and the sky was mellow and the shadows long. We picked up Ricky and headed to the Old water tower in the centre …

Travel.

  Preparation for travel is always part of the excitement of taking a journey. I personally prepare my cases after unpacking the last trip.  Clean them, wash the covers and the  pods you store your clothes in and put them back in the case in preparation for the following trip. Whoops but this time I can’t find my big old green case  weigher…. or whatever you call it.  I’ve had it for about 12 years…but somehow it has not been  put back in the right place after my last return (which by the way  was only 4 weeks ago) Packing the cases,  means extending the imagination as you do so. What to wear on  each occasion,  and then maybe a few spare interesting outfits, but at least I won’t need winter clothes this time, it’s  going to be hot, hot, hot, just as I like it. On this trip I’ll even get a little down time with friends and for me that means shorts and T’s, and no responsibilities for a few days at least. …

Germany at last.

Our first morning in Krefeld was met with bright sunshine. I woke and looked out the window and along the tree lined street were trees in pure spring green, magnolias were on every block and the centuries old dwellings are of immense proportions. I had a relaxed breakfast on the verandah overlooking the gardens and pinched myself at my good fortune.  Gone was the niggling insecurity  of “why am I here” that rears its head sometimes as a Tutor on the road. As an explanation for my comments I’ve  had two months travel so far. Three  countries and hundreds of  people to interact with and instruct and personal space is snatched in small parcels of time. Later in the morning, Lisa and I decided to walk to a local park we saw on the map Claudia gave us and after a small interaction with a couple of workmen over the road, we were pointed in the right direction. How many times did we smile, how many times did we tell each other how lucky we …

Crikey it’s a crow

  I’ve just spent almost two weeks at the Empty Spools Quilting Retreat in Asilomar. I was out photographing on a very cold evening. When a crow began to follow me. He landed on a branch in front of me and I just snapped a few photos of him against the sky. I love whimsy, so I decided to draw him the next day.     Then I figured why not share him. After putting him up on Facebook a number of people have begun to re-create him in different forms. Drawing and fabric…So a few friends decided we need a crow competition. So far the ladies from Alamogordo New Mexico are well into the spirit lead by Caron. We need some Aussie crows, and crows from other countries folks And here it is. The PDF of the pattern is below…. so I’m anxious to see how far this goes. The crow. Create the crow, in any form you would like. Deadline for judging.   –  30th of April and there will be a prize …