Posts by ChrisW
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Capture: Someone, Somewhere, In Summertime, in reply to Nora Leggs,
The rainbow warrior moment threw the crowd. The crowd was silent…. no applause for this one. It was only later I realised the Kiwi ‘don’t want to make a fuss’ response had kicked in… really we should have been roaring or booing.
I saw the preview on was it Campbell Live, and was shocked by what seemed the cheerful insensitivity of 'the French' to portraying so brazenly their State's homicidal terrorist attack on New Zealand. In the context of a historical pageant perhaps, but still ...
I can imagine the silent crowd being the collective result of something like that shock colliding with awe at the technical and visual brilliance of the spectacle.
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Capture: Someone, Somewhere, In Summertime, in reply to Nora Leggs,
Thanks Nora - and in appreciation of yours and as per link in reply to your dawn photo as far back as Kopuawhara too, as summer passes into autumn it's a lot easier getting up before the sun ain't it!
These three at same clock time (~6.12am) as mine on 11 Jan featuring the smoky ducks, but very different in sun time. First one a week ago, on one of the clearest Gisborne mornings of 3 weeks at least with every day starting with cloud pushing onshore from the big high parked over us nearly all.
And this morning, the more classic dawn sky, sunrise now a whole hour later than at 11Jan. This one if anything over-exposed at 8 secs.
This one more true to life, the brighter stars still just visible.
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Capture: Someone, Somewhere, In Summertime, in reply to Gareth,
The observation post was a wonderful frame...
Indeed - nicely observed.
But one needs a strong stomach to cope with those TV ads to explain the soft hands - surely, thankfully, unseen in NZ?!
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Capture: Someone, Somewhere, In Summertime, in reply to Gareth,
Coastal defences, Post Office Point, Pelorus Sound, Feb 2013
And this, beautifully done, immediately brought to mind Laurence Aberhart’s The Prisoner’s Dream.
An Observation Post, but for the observer the sense of enclosure I doubt would be one of security even if not imprisonment. Correspondingly in the seascape through the slot, the enclosure of Pelorus and Port Ligar, but also the narrow glimpse to the ocean horizon beyond – possibilities perhaps but especially threats to be observed.
As Allen Curnow wrote in 1942 in Landfall in Unknown Seas to honour the tercentenary of Tasman sailing inbound across that same sea horizon – “Always to islanders danger/ Is what comes over the sea”. Written the same year this OP would have been built.And ‘Post Office Point’ - I’ve long wanted to see this written as Post Office Pt, in honour of the old inch to the mile topo maps with Pt denoting a locality sufficient for a Post and Telegraph Office, which never in fact included Post Office Pt. I’m sure the original denizens of this OP amused themselves in the long idle hours with such-like, that the OP at PO Pt had no PO, but they did have t.
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Capture: Someone, Somewhere, In Summertime, in reply to Gareth,
The hands that do
Surely you’re not casting aspersions on your own skilful hands?
But I see in those vividly upraised hands not softness but a symbol more graphic than skull and crossbones, of the implicit danger of such winches, of the hands and more they have swallowed up!
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Capture: Someone, Somewhere, In Summertime, in reply to Gareth,
Three fine photos of such a different place - thanks Gareth!
Interesting titles, and many other layers too.As well as the inorganic rubbish and their textures in this one, I see the remains of what may well be the very beast that scarred the hillsides all around. I'd probably be more tolerantly accepting of those scars now than when kayaking Pelorus Sound in 1986, but still ...
And Whakatahuri as a name - could be read as to tip over or overturn as a deliberate action. Nice. -
Black Phoenix II (1991) by Ralph Hotere, installed in 2005 as the centrepiece of the Hotere Garden Oputae on Observation Point, Port Chalmers. Based on the stern section of the fishing boat ‘Poitrel’ which had been destroyed by fire.
First the essentially rear view from the up-harbour side, late afternoon November 2011.
Then a frontal view from the down-harbour side. An arrow points to an observation on Hone Papita Raukura Hotere’s death – that Ralph Hotere’s work lives on, in full vigour.
Detail including the stainless steel panels, and subtle light through the red glass which backs paired gaps in the burnt timbers. A frontal view, because I would so much like to visit more often, in different light and weathers …
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Capture: Someone, Somewhere, In Summertime, in reply to JacksonP,
Wow, that’s incredible.
So you weren't one of the 24 million views?!
It had good exposure in an earlier era of PAS in 2009, and impact on a memorable Speaker thread How to look good as a Nazi. Seems rather a long time ago now, 23 million views-worth.And the subliminal match of your sandstone face - impressive too.
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Capture: Someone, Somewhere, In Summertime, in reply to Jos,
metal fly
I think of them as greenbottles - and that's not honey they're so keen on.
"And if one green bottle, should wipe its dirty feet
Monday's dinner won't be fit to eat"
ETA: But, I slowly hasten to add, aren't they beautiful?! -
Capture: Someone, Somewhere, In Summertime, in reply to JacksonP,
Rock faces.
First one very reminiscent of some of Simonova's Ukrainian sand art faces from the Great Patriotic War - slowed down rather a lot, fossilised even.
