I could never take a good photograph - nor can I obviously spell it - Miles from Nowhere is the only person that I know that can (apart from Cecil Beaton and Ansel Adams and the SmugMug community, of course!) I do take the odd shot and though most are hidden in this gallery here are some archival attempts - I am primarily a poet and a painter - see the rest of hogproductions.com. 'Phi-tography' is how we pronounce 'photography' in NZ - we ellide our vowels.
Most of these are some experiments with Picasa 3, SmugMug, Google and Mozilla Firefox. The original paintings photographed were mine. The photos of the paintings were taken by mfnw (Miles from Nowhere) or me. The on-line computer whizzes who devised the above gallery, search engine, photo dubbers and world wide web transfers are responsible for the tweaked end product here. All in all a bit of fun!
The best option for viewing is to CLICK 'Style' - then choose Slideshow out of the five options.
inanga (learning to handle the camera on the Apple iPhone)
Vale Patrick
From your fans worldwide and a poem from Ms P:
'Skies Full Of Betty Blue'
She painted her lips a ruby red
Said 'Je t’aim baby it’s got to give'
With her bag full of decoration
She’s on her way
Telling you to plant the tree
From Christmas day
She’s a women
A child so much more
She’s a lover
A mother so much more
Your heart apart she tore
Your heart apart it tore
Her skies full of Betty Blue
Fell apart in front of you
Like a sax that kills your heart
She left you dying in the dark
Belladonna you cry out
You’re the drug I can’t
Live without
Now you’re crawling, crying,
In the dark
Looking for the pieces of
Your heart
Well femme fatale she’s taken
Them away
She left you to die
In the light of day

Vale Patrick
From your fans worldwide and a poem from Ms P:
'Skies Full Of Betty Blue'
She painted her lips a ruby red
Said 'Je t’aim baby it’s got to give'
With her bag full of decoration
She’s on her way
Telling you to plant the tree
From Christmas day
She’s a women
A child so much more
She’s a lover
A mother so much more
Your heart apart she tore
Your heart apart it tore
Her skies full of Betty Blue
Fell apart in front of you
Like a sax that kills your heart
She left you dying in the dark
Belladonna you cry out
You’re the drug I can’t
Live without
Now you’re crawling, crying,
In the dark
Looking for the pieces of
Your heart
Well femme fatale she’s taken
Them away
She left you to die
In the light of day
Camera: Fujifilm (Finepix S20pro ) |
Original size: 2832px x 2128px |
Current: 399px x 300px |
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