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Know, then Go

I knew that the picture was there. The moon was shining beautifully over the sea. As I watched the scene, I realized there was no foreground interest. A big log was lying about 200 meters away. It took a little help, sweat and effort from a friend. And then the composition could be made. The result was this: Then last Sunday there was a sermon on VISION. If you have a vision, you can work towards it, you can create it. Disney saw Disneyland

Friends and Strangers

Wonderful place, the web. I received a comment from someone about a picture. It was a picture of the farm where I grew up. I love taking pictures on the road to the farm As I replied to the comment, a bit of a digital conversation ensued… And here’s the fun part. Turns out we are neighbours (her parents now reside on the farm next to the one where I grew up). It made me think of the old saying, “A

Frames (of Mind)

Frames are fascinating. They can often make or break a picture. And as human beings we often talk about have a “frame of reference” or a “framework” etc.   So often people “frame” themselves as victims, forgetting that we have a “frame of mind” with which we approach life.   As a photographer, I am consistently looking for frames. One tries to remain aware of the different frames that can be used, like in this picture:     And I have learnt that if I go out


There was a hole in the fence. The farmer would not like it. It assisted me with the composition of the photograph. Someone’s frustration is someone else’s opportunity. Just look at your frustrations through the eyes of the opportunist. Feel free to visit www.pixelpostcards.com and comment on any of the posts.

My camera was stolen. It happened so fast, I could not believe it. Worse still, I felt as if I had lost a friend. My eye just connected with the viewfinder so well,  my hands new instinctively where the buttons were. Now she was gone. After the short term insurance paid out, I got a new one.  Not the same. Things just did not “gel” as they used to.  I was blaming the new camera. Until I