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As the plane shuddered and slid sideways, I pulled my head upright from the headrest and looked around franticly for my shoes thinking “I’ll need these if we crash”. Then realising we were just landing in Perth I mumbled to myself “Lucky, I don’t have time to die”. Western Australia had never really held much...
Part of my trip home to Australia for the holidays was to get some more portfolio shots in the bag and to try and capture some of the Australian landscape. I did a shoot for my friends Tony and Stacy, who got married last year, up in a region called Somersby Falls which was just...
In my home town right now for a wee holiday and after overdosing on greasy fish and chips we thought we’d hit the local funfair. Click on the pictures as they look much better bigger. I’m not sure if it was the Chiko Roll or not but man it was a bit tripped out. Down...
A little while ago I had the honour of being my sister’s wedding photographer whilst on a holiday in Tuscany, Italy. She didn’t say it was going to be a wedding, just that she had the idea to have a family holiday in Italy and since I was planning on being in France around that...
This is one of those things that just had to be done. I’d seen it in the movies too many times to pass it up. Picture this: Roadside diner, pink vinyl everywhere, waitresses with those little paper tiaras and a truck driver cutting up a line of No-Dose in the restroom. What do you do?...
Since Ralph and I drove into Vegas in the dark (and my eyeballs were resting in the glove box in protest of the absurd conditions) we didn’t get to see much of the landscape, so driving out of town was interesting. So much flat, brown, lifeless ground. So many roads and highways. So many off-ramps...
Elvis has been reincarnated as a 9 year old boy in a diner in Vegas…
Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas … with the music at top volume and at least a pint of ether. Mr Hunter Thompson had the...
I’m not sure about all the connotations that the title implies but I am at a loose-end and shortly to end up in Los Angeles. Presently I’m in Auckland airport and pondering the knock-on effect that caused me to start rolling on this mini-adventure. The blame lies fairly and squarely with Air New Zealand’s Grab-A-Seat...