This will hurt me...

I know, I know, another shot of this rope and chain mooring down at Sullivan's Cove. What can I say? I'm a sucker for the low angle and the morning light. Note to self: avoid Monday mornings.

Two (non-cute kiddie related) images today, and it continues my tendency to (either) Equivocate due to an inexplicable loss of confidence in my ability to judge the merits of a photograph; or Actively engage my audience into the creative process. Both photos were taken this morning on my way to work. Not dissimilar to an image that I’ve featured before. Now, I really do like that photograph, but wasn’t satisfied with the reflection of the flag, which kind of ruins the shot. I narrowed down to two favourites from an original batch of nine. Originally, I felt that the image above was the clear winner, as it continues my fascination with getting down low into the shot and utilising a perspective that ( wankery alert ) “challenges orthodoxy”. [ There are a multitude of examples just in the last two months . Perhaps I feel it might hide the deficiencies of the camera (or its operator !)] But, I dunno. In the shot below, I know that the colours and detail on the rope and chain are a...

I COULD wax lyrical about how everybody is linked to everybody else in some small way, and how we're all dependent on each other yaddah yaddah yaddah BUT I'M NOT because I CAN'T BE BOTHERED. What I will say is that I quite like this photograph. I like how the reflection plays off the water and I like how the colours are all a bit grimy and most off all I like the tension is quite evident when you look at the rope. And it should be. This flimsy little rope is all that's mooring a catamaran not much smaller than this one here . There is something terribly impressive about that!