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black and white photography
Early one morning
Image: Su Leslie, 2017
Fiction is like a spider’s web, attached ever so slightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners. Often the attachment is scarcely perceptible. — Virginia Woolf
Misty morning wanderings
Stillness. Boats moored in the Upper Waitemata Harbour, seen from Greenhithe Bridge. Image: Su Leslie, 2017. Edited with Snapseed.
Although not good for travellers (creating havoc at the airport), the mists that have laid themselves upon Auckland this last week have created a wonderland for walkers, photographers and dreamers.
Greenhithe Bridge disappearing into the mist. Image: Su Leslie, 2017. Edited with Snapseed.
If only I could see the exit! Greenhithe Bridge, misty morning. Image: Su Leslie, 2017. Edited with Snapseed.
A contribution to Sally D’s Mobile Photography Challenge at Lens and Pens by Sally.
Fun photos and hanging out with my inner child
Image: Su Leslie, 2017. Edited with Snapseed.
We don’t stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.
— George Bernard Shaw
For me, photography is play.
I have no-one telling me what to shoot; or how and when. I don’t make money from it (although I’d like to one day). The only constraints on me are time, light and my imagination.
The shot above is pure play. Not just the messing about with an onion, a smartphone and some tinfoil (now there’s a sentence you don’t often see), but the afterwards playing — the electronic doodling with photo-editing apps.
Diane Ackerman said “play is our brain’s favorite way of learning”, while the psychologist Jean Piaget offered this advice about creativity:
If you want to be creative, stay in part a child, with the creativity and invention that characterizes children before they are deformed by adult society.
— Jean Piaget
Written for Sally D’s Mobile Photography Challenge at Lens and Pens by Sally
Wordless Wednesday: as kids grow, so do parents
First photo of the Big T and our boy-child. Back then parenting was all encompassing and frankly, a bit overwhelming.
A few months ago, before the boy-child’s school ball. These days it’s more about learning to let go.
