Everything, it seems
as I am about to demonstrate. Please observe the drums below—
—which I observed as I was tripping by a sales yard this morning; filled with all sorts of goodies.
“Yellow,” the Spouse told me once, “is the complement of blue.” She should know, being an artist. All I know of complements is that they fill a ship, make friends of the ladies, add up to ninety degrees and possibly even cancel … so if blue is the complement of yellow and they do cancel, does that mean that most of the drums in those racks above are actually invisible?
So moving on further in our search for the dread primary I happened across a seasonal reference in a shop window (I do that a lot at this time of year) …
… ’nuff said. Just you try being a leaping reindeer in a big shaggy fur coat around about now in New Zealand …
AND DUCKING INTO
Global Bytes coffee lounge (which I unashamedly plug whenever I get the chance—in all the years we’ve been down here in Southland these are the only people who will make a hot coffee on request) we pass by a shop window with inflated colours (I think the yellow guy could be some sort of snakey thing—whatever, kids seem to like it) and a machine whereby you feed in endless two-dollar coins and briefly get to control a grabber/dropper mechanism. If very lucky you snare yourself a fuzzy thing worth (I would say) a lot less than the two buck entry fee; but kids seem to love it. All cleverly done with mirrors making the target look bigger and thus easier. Just a couple of months ago I saw a young Maori kid at work on a similar machine in a supermarket foyer—he was a top-gun ace, in no time he’d scored three wee teddy bears and gave two to his little sister; but he was very much an exception. Bright colours multiplied by mirrors—no wonder yellow abounds.
THEN HOOFING THROUGH
the campus of the Southern Institute of Technology (SIT) I noticed a yellow which I couldn’t resist shooting—
—and even though school is out for the year my mind’s ear could hear some professor in an upstairs lecture room peering out of the window of the Photography Class and saying “So here we have an impromptu demonstration, Class … watch this old goat down there and observe his technique. Yes, yes, that’s it … get in close, disregard everything except the shot … well done, Sir … … And only after you have your shot in the can may you relax and wipe all the birdie poop off your elbows …”
My final entry for today has to be this variation on a theme—
—make of it what you will. “Raindrops on roses and mittens on kittens” or however Miss Andrews sang it … seems apt; a wet macro is one of my favourite things too.
Yesterday I bought a lovely cast iron fry pan in an op shop. Got it for five bucks and I hesitate to ponder what it would have been worth new, but the condition is immaculate. It has been well loved and well treated for possibly years. Swedish, a Skeppshult 220 and it fries wonderfully. Eggs for brekkie tomorrow and I may just get a shot of the yellow yolks for posting (I mean bragging) here. I’m up for the Challenge …