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I’ve had this image sitting around for a while. It’s actually a test shot; I was messing about with a mirror, trying to work out positioning, light settings, etc., for another photograph. While looking back through my files, I re-discovered it and thought it was sort of cool, even though it wasn’t taken with any particular thought or intention other than to check technical elements.

What do you think? Does it work as in image in its own right?

Behind the Lens

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The week’s Halloween-themed Sinful Sunday is celebrating all things spooky and wicked and sexy, and I cannot wait to see what everyone comes up with for this prompt. I went on a bit of a rampage in the local junk shop earlier this week and ended up with a number of potential props, including plastic spiders, centipedes and severed hands but, in the end, it was this $2.00 paper lantern that won the day. Now I just need to cross my fingers and hope that M responds to my Bat Signal …  Continue reading

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“Women, female, feminine…. show me what those words mean to you.”

As you may have deduced from the quote above, the Sinful Sunday prompt for this month is ‘All About the Women’. I had a number of ideas for this brief but, in the end, I decided to shoot a picture that reflected facets of me, Jane, and my own personal femininity.

A woman who likes to wear pearls (of all kinds).

A woman who likes to wear skirts and twin-sets (often with something a little less traditional underneath).

A woman who is, well, a woman despite her boyish shape. Continue reading

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This month’s Sinful Sunday challenge was ‘silhouette’ and, man, was it a tricky one.

First I tried silhouetting myself against the porch light. Then against the garage sensor light. Then against the bathroom light. Then against one of M’s DIY painting spots. In the end, though, it came down to a cheap IKEA lamp and practically sticking my boob and the clover clamp on top of the bulb.

Clover Silhouette

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The Golden Whore

This picture was taken in one of the remotest regions in New Zealand – as in “next stop: Antarctica”. No roads, no settlements, no nothing for miles. Just thick bush, the Southern Ocean, and the slowly deteriorating relics of the region’s gold-mining boom, which took place in the late 1800s.

I had to take off from the guys I was working with under the guise of a loo break to get this shot (longest wee in history) and I’m really hoping that it qualifies for Curvaceous Dee’s Scavenger Hunt meme as well as Sinful Sunday but I’m not sure I’m quite exposed enough for the former. In defence of the bra and waterproof trousers I’m wearing, the sandflies were the size of jumbo jets, relentless in their pursuit of flesh, and I had to struggle out of three layers of thermals to get my top half even that exposed. Oh, and my boots and feet were absolutely coated in mud as we’d just waded through some bogs. Continue reading