Iris + Infocus aka Anna goes to Auckland

I went to Auckland for the Iris awards and In Focus conference. It was pretty great. No wind up there. I won  a heap of awards but you can read about that here: http://www.wellingtonphotographer.net/2013-nzipp-iris-awards-wellington-professional-photographer

I carried my camera with me pretty much every day, I felt like a total tit amongst a community of all photographers, but I was too nervous to leave it in the backpackers unattended. I barely took any photos.

Life= Clocked

That time I took 250 photos and every one of them was total shit

I'm in a Debbie Downer mood today. I thought I'd shake it off with a bit of free spirited photo action, like the good old days.

It not like I was expecting genius or anything. But taking photos usually make me feel really great. Like really great.
Maybe it was because the wind crept down my neck in the absence of a scarf, or maybe the sense of impending doom from the inevitable earthquake and resulting tsunami. Or maybe I'm just a grumpy maggot and need to pull my head in?

I met my old friend fear again, and I let him hold me back. I saw so many cool portrait subjects while I was walking, with the wind in their hair. If only I had an iota of courage and had asked them if I could photograph them. What would be the harm?

God this blog has gotten wingey.

I feel like murdering a pizza.

My heart is aching

My sweet boy, my Charlie, my little shadow. My baby.

Soft, huggable, talkative, kind and loving.

Lover of kitten pouches, plastic bags, laps and sleeping.

One of the sweetest, kindest souls I've ever known.

I miss waking up to your sleepy gaze at the end of the bed, waiting patiently for my eyes to open so you could come up on my chest for your pat and to coax me out of bed.
I miss your company from the bathmat outside my shower, talking away and batting a bobby pin.
I miss you helping me get dressed, climbing up for a stretch with your paws on my shoulder, jumping up and clinging on demanding a cuddle. Purring like a motorbike.
I miss having you waiting by the door when I come home from work, waiting to say hi, then a hug before dinner.
I miss the way you would touch anything new on the floor or the bed. Knead it with your big soft paws.
I miss your wet nose kisses and the way you'd slobber on my earrings purring purring.
That sweet sweet little face bouncing up onto the bed and walking straight up to me.
I miss you so so deeply Charlie Mouse.

You were the one thing I could never leave behind.

These photos were taken only four days before you left us. I'm sure you were going out to get soaked just so I would dry you off with the towel. Cheeky boy.

I would give anything to have you back in my arms little bubba.

Vic + Jord Con-Graduations

My sister and her boyf graduated at the same time this year - him a vet, her an ECE teacher with a graduate diploma.

They're made for each other.