is the only sincere form of flattery. It can also be a form of tuition, and it doesn’t cost a cent. So in the course of my exciting explorations in darkest Invercargill I kept happening across St Mary’s Basilica, which looks a lot like this—
—and is much more impressive than my simple snap suggests. But the sight triggered a philosophical frame of mood and I couldn’t help but try to capture the representations of modern technology and progress exemplified by cars and railways and electrical switchgear and controls and lighting and microwave towers and all that stuff; contrasting with the mediaeval mindset that designed the structure built to house the thoughts that slithered out of the desert some two millennia ago.
A SHIFT IN PERSPECTIVE
led me to try to use local materials and modern tools to reproduce one of the … THE … all-time great shots from the Second World War; thus—
—which if you haven’t sussed it yet will appear later on in the series. I was struck by the resemblance and similarities, but can’t spare the time to tweak. ‘Twas ever thus: excelsior~! So enough of that old chestnut—
—it’s time for a new chestnut, a fresh perspective if you like. Here’s looking at you, Kid … shot outside whilst Spouse was inside confusing the snits out of our local medics, she does that when she’s feeling rash. They never spot it, though. It’s a wicked web we weave, they tell us, and flies zooming through the local holly pretty soon get the point—
—while I’m lost in admiration for the wee engineers who created these structures as mathematically precise and ordained as St Pauls itself but without the divine assistance. It takes an awesome amount of weaving to make one of these things—worth it though, judging by the ROI for the spider (ROI = Return On Investment). The above is only a portion of her haul.
So, on the Street and life therein: just one week out from the summer solstice in this oft-touted semi sub-tropical South Seas island paradise (ergo in theory at least ‘warm’, right?) I couldn’t resist this opportunistic shot of a wee street vendor purveying her wares—
—and doubtlessly wishing she’d never come this far south to do so. The cherry growing regions in NZ are a wee bit closer to the Equator—down here be for hardy types of
AND IF I’M ALLOWED
to stretch the ‘street’ into the country, and to dedicate a snap to Maria, here’s a wee gatey thing I snapped whilst out briskly walking along a country road recently. Sadly I didn’t catch the spiders so you’ll just have take my word for it: they were there.
AND NOW, THE ANSWER
to all lingering questions: that WW2 phamous foto. It was of course Mason’s St Pauls in the Blitz shot, instantly recognisable from any head-on angle—
—and used by both sides at the same time in their propaganda war. The Germans got hold of it and used it to show how successful they were in burning London, and the Brits used it to show how staunch they were in the face of all the German efforts to burn ’em. I use it as inspiration although I’m not that keen as to sit up on the roof all night during a blasted blitz just for a good snap.
So without intending to flatter the photographer I do attempt to emulate some of his techniques and by so doing hope to learn and improve. We can do worse than sit at the feet of the Great Masters to imbibe their wisdoms.
AND shamelessly copy the little buggers …
(Images courtesy of various innocents, and Wikipedia for the Blitz snap)