I left New Zealand mid-2003, bound for Istanbul and a new lif. After two years, a Belgian guy lured me into his world, deep in the heart of Europe. For a long time I was an in-process immigrant. One day we married. These days it's about photography, a little red wine and wandering ... and so the journey goes.
So I stopped and we chatted a while ... as you do.
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So you met Belle? Yea, everytime I pass through that region I go and talk with her, she has such interesting stories about weird looking New Zealandian photographers.
You know, I loved how these cows looked in the mist and really had to make myself walk away and stop photographing them but I see how they could be art works ... they're just so pretty.
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So you met Belle? Yea, everytime I pass through that region I go and talk with her, she has such interesting stories about weird looking New Zealandian photographers.
Ahhh, I have a name now ... she didn't want to give me her name once she knew about the blog.
Your picture speaks a lot about what she told you.
I have a thing for cows. Black angus was the breed that was on our farm. We didn't own the cattle but instead rented pastures to those who did.
In the U.S. I had two original works of art hanging in my kitchen, both of them paintings of black angus in a light fog.
Reminds me of home....
She was very wise and interesting, Shashikiran.
You know, I loved how these cows looked in the mist and really had to make myself walk away and stop photographing them but I see how they could be art works ... they're just so pretty.
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