23-29 April ’11
Cheating just a little
This week’s post contains some photos that strictly speaking should be in last week. However as they’re part of the same long-weekend break, I’ve put them all together.
This is a shot I’ve been wanting to get for a couple of years. We drive this way when we head up to Mangaweka for weekend breaks. I’ve noticed how lovely the little valley looks when all the trees turn golden. But every time it’s been a case of we’re in a hurry or the weather’s not right or ah, too late, all the leaves are gone. So the shot has not been got.
This time, the Lovely Man and I made time. The kidlets had set off earlier in the day with their Grandad. I judged the timing to be about right. Our local trees were all cloaked in autumn glory and the day was clear, the sky blue. However, there is that saying about the best laid plans. When we arrived at Rewa the clouds had moved in, the sun was playing hide and seek. We parked in a safe spot a little way up the road and walked back down to the bridge from which I wanted to get the shot. Though the valley still looked pretty with the braided stream running in its alluvial course and the leaves shimmering yellow on the trees, without the sun it was not the shot I wanted. So we waited. Pigeons roosting under the bridge cooed softly, a gentle breeze was blowing. It would have been a pleasant place to pass the time but for the constant traffic. Who knew that the Cheltenham Hunterville Road was so busy!? Every vehicle that passed by made the bridge shake, too, though it didn’t seem to bother the cooing pigeons. Eventually, after a bit of a wait (thank goodness we didn’t have the kids with us, they have no patience what-so-ever) the sun broke through. And I got the shot I’ve been waiting for.F-stop f/8 Exposure 1/125sec ISO Speed ISO-320 Focal length 18mm
Apprentice Wood Cutter
Our on going quest for free fire wood. The more we can gather for just the cost of our own labour, the better. A local farmer had given us permission to drag out whatever decent wood we could find from his scrap pile up the hill. Good wood and fairly easy access. It didn’t take longto cut up and load a trailer full. A couple of weeks worth of free heating in only an hour. Not bad going. And Jake got to have his first lesson on using a chainsaw. I think by the look on his face he was chuffed.F-stop f/10 Exposure 1/125sec ISO Speed ISO-200 Focal length 34mm
A while ago I’d read a tutorial on how to create a Lomo effect from a digital photo. (Check out dear old Wiki’s article on Lomography). In the tutorial the author used an example shot featuring a Farmall tractor of a similar vintage to the one we have up at Weka. “Ah-ha!”, I thought when I saw the picture, “I must have a go at doing that – with a Farmall…”F-stop f/5.3 Exposure 1/80sec ISO Speed ISO-250 Focal length 86 mm
Hedgehog – out and about
The afternoon we arrived I took my customary tour of the gardens and grounds to see what was growing and what’d changed since our last visit. At one point a little wiggly bottom caught my eye. Hedgehog! I crept up on the place I’d seen him, only to find his prickly back end disappearing under the shrubbery further in to the garden. How odd, hedgehogs should not be out wandering about in the day light. The following afteroon there was a commotion in the paddock, the kids had spotted two little hedgies snuffling about. One made a run for it and disappeared in to the undergrowth, but the other was out in the middle of the grass. So I had to get my camera and capture a shot or two.F-stop f/5.6 Exposure 1/125sec ISO Speed ISO-200 Focal length 100mm
After a while I had Cat go and get some gloves so we could put him back in the garden where he belonged.F-stop f/5.6 Exposure 1/125sec ISO Speed ISO-200 Focal length 125mm
Easter Egg Hunt
It has become a family tradition that the ‘Easter Bunny’ sets up an egg hunt in the field next to the house on Easter Sunday morning.
This was the first time in years that I’ve missed an ANZAC service. I’d come down with the WORST COLD IN HISTORY (yep, pretty bad), so I just could not bring myself to attend. Which makes me sad, but some things can’t be helped.
Ode to the Fallen They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them.F-stop f/ Exposure 1/ sec ISO Speed ISO- Focal length mm