I like wandering around fishing boats, they seem to hold a noble calling that dates back to the romantic age when everyone traveled by sea. This is something I like more in theory than practice as I certainly don’t have sea legs, nor do I have a stomach for fresh fish, so spending any time on a fishing boat holds no appeal at all. However, I can see why others might like it. I guess it’s the aged look fishing boats have that I find interesting, and what stories they could tell. John's Blog https://blog.caswellimages.com/ The latest print price guide: https://bit.ly/3oLw9OI
I’ve spent the last few days wandering aimlessly around some of Dunedin’s suburbs. I had stuck pretty close to home during the week and come Saturday morning I found myself in need of a decent stretch of the legs. So, the next few days were spent casually strolling through Dunedin streets with no real goal, no real purpose and no real direction apart from to make it back home again. I ambled down streets that were near empty and casually gazed into shop windows that were filled with novelty cups and t-shirts that were probably once a Christmas gift. There were restaurants, bookstores, furniture stores, car yards and bespoke gift shops, all of which were closed. I stopped outside a hairdresser and for a moment considered starting a new career as a hair model. I imagined myself on some far distant island, drenched in sunlight effortlessly flicking long locks of hair out of my eyes and over my shoulder like they do on the ads for one those TV programmes featuring celebrities I’ve never heard of. After a moment’s day dreaming I continued on my way occasionally stopping to photograph the empty roads, streets and avenues that I seemed to have all to myself. John's Blog https://fromasmallcity.nz/ The latest print price guide: https://bit.ly/3oLw9OI #space #shapes #lockdown #dunedin #artphotography #dunedinnz #dunnerstunner
As I wandered around the small village of Taieri Mouth, again I found myself taking in a monument to soldiers who lost their lives in war. This one was decoratively made out of stone, stood about waist high, featuring a compass and included the words ‘for those who left and never returned.’ As I read and took in my surroundings, I let my thoughts drift, not settling on anything in particular until my attention was drawn to Moturata Island. John's Blog https://blog.caswellimages.com/ The latest print price guide: https://bit.ly/3oLw9OI
