Showing posts with label nina beilby. Show all posts
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Wednesday, 4 May 2016

Sakura Yoga Retreat and Health Spa - Lifestyle Photography

Zen...
Blankets will keep you warm during meditation


Sensitive Instruction
Nestled in hills of Cambridge, New Zealand, Gwen and Lloyd have created a quiet haven perfect for reflection, relaxation, recovery or meditation.

Whilst in the final stages of preparation for the official launch of their retreat and bed & breakfast website, you can keep up to date on their Facebook page, here.

These images are from the Yoga room, stay tuned for further posts which will include the rest of the property and local attractions such as Hobbiton and Blue Springs.

Namaste...



Nina Beilby is a professional photographer based in Chatswood, Sydney, Australia. You can see more of her work at www.ninabeilby.com.au

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Monday, 1 December 2014

Sydney Turns Purple


Chatswood









The best thing about November in Sydney is the colour. 

Gorgeous purple flowers against deep blue skies. It is the end of spring. The days are getting warmer and there is a definite lift in mood as summer approaches.

Mostly the colour comes from the Jacaranda Tree's which line the streets of Sydney's North Shore and other suburbs. I have taken these photos around Chatswood and Lane Cove.

Also, flowering at this time are Agapanthus which border many front garden and fence here in our Northern suburbs.
Agapanthus, McLean Ave, Chatswood


Kareela Road, Chatswood
Karilla Street, Lane Cove






Chatswood buildings surrounded by colour


One minor drawback is that it can get messy! Although for all of this beauty, I don't mind a bit of mess. Besides, there is usually a massive southerly at some point which blows it all away. That's Sydney for you!



Nina Beilby is a professional photographer based in Chatswood, Sydney, Australia. You can see more of her work at www.ninabeilby.com.au

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Thursday, 17 July 2014

Here's What I Know - Last Day of Being 45!


With my birthday approaching, as it seems to do more and more rapidly each year, I find myself taking stock. What have I learned?  What advice would I give to my children?

Some might possibly find enlightenment in my experiences. Some may smile gently shaking their head from side to side with a knowing "girl, you haven't learnt anything yet"!!


BEING MYSELF...
Gosh this is a big one. I tried so hard to be acceptable to my family, my friends, my husband that I'd assumed a pseudo identity. After a while, it became tiring!

High School was painful. I found myself hiding in the music room, playing piano for an hour rather than sit with the rough group and pretend I was tough or the clever kids and fain intelligence. Graduation day was such a relief for me.

I entered the workplace with great enthusiasm only to find that it was worse than high school. Climbing the ladder, some people do not care who they crush on the way up. That is when I decided to go into business on my own. My profession is my safety net. Any eccentricities can be put down to the fact that I am a "creative". That is fine with me.

You get me and I make no apologies for it! You may take me as I am or choose not to be my friend....likewise, by the way.

MY PARENTS DID THE BEST JOB THEY COULD..
Many an hour I sat on my window seat wondering where my real parents were. I just had to have been adopted. My true parents surely would not have treated me this way. When my brother and sister wanted to run away from home, I helped them! Who could blame them.

Yes they smoked with the windows up with a car full of kids. They threw wild all night parties. They slapped us. (we used to compare whose whack left the most impressive indents). They threatened to send us to boarding school when we didn't behave. Finally, the ultimate parental textbook "how to mess up my children" maneuver, leaving us when things got tough. But they also taught us valuable life lessons like how to use your children as slave labour and how to embarrass your kids in front of the entire school by crocheting you a beret instead of opting for the bought one.

Truely though, they were responsible for some of my most prized qualities and for that I am grateful. They were young, without positive role models and without a textbook. They did their best.

I AM THE SUM OF MY EXPERIENCES...
So my childhood wasn't ideal.

My brother was a Schizophrenic, Manic Depressive mess. He tried to kill me on a couple of occasions but mostly just savagely beat me.

Ultimately, he was placed into an asylum after I found him lying on the floor in the fetal position moaning incoherently like a baby. I'll never forget it.

He was killed shortly after his release from the asylum. Motorbike accident. My dad asked if I would be the one to tell my mother. I just knew she wished it had been me.

My dad never recovered and died of a massive heart attack at the age of 49. My mother has been slowly smoking herself to death since.

It gets much more challenging but I won't bore you with the details. What I will tell you is that all of these events have made me a strong, determined woman who is excited about living each and every day. I jump out of bed in the morning because I do not want to waste a minute. I am who I am because of my experiences and I embrace it.



I HAVE TWO CHOICES
Every day, I figure I have two choices. I can mope around and feel sorry for myself or I can get on with making the best of my life. Give back to the world. Maybe I can make a difference. I choose the latter, mostly.

Some days, I choose to mope. I'm normal after all. I allow myself these days (usually one) and tell myself that everything will be OK tomorrow and it always is.


DO WHAT YOU LOVE
I don't go to "work". Everyday, I make food for my family, I love them, I listen to them, I make photographs, I teach, mostly I drive. Here and there and here and there. I'm a taxi. I do laundry, shopping, cooking. You get the drift. I don't complain (my husband would beg to differ). I enjoy all of this. I catch moments for myself where I stop and say, how cool is this. Who'd have thought!


LOVE EVERYONE
I love myself for who I am, unconditionally. Warts and all. I make mistakes. I cringe, I argh! A lot. I learn. Then I move on. The great thing about this is that it means that I'm not bogged down with hangups. I am free to love everyone for who they are. I understand that we each have something special to contribute. That everyone comes into your life for a reason. You are here for a reason.


LAUGH AT YOURSELF!!
I literally crack myself up! Makes me feel giddy inside. Try it! This is me!



Nina Beilby is a professional photographer based in Chatswood, Sydney, Australia. You can see more of her work at www.ninabeilby.com.au

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Monday, 25 November 2013

Teen Portrait Shoot - On Location, Preparation Is The Key!





What I liked about this shoot was the planning and preparation on behalf of the client and I (mostly the client). I like being prepared but its not always possible with the craziness that is my life!

We booked a date months in advance to take advantage of all of our busy schedules giving us time to prepare our vision for the final images. This included finding the perfect location and preparing a wardrobe and hairstyle ideas.

When my usual location ideas did not match the clients expectations, I went on a quest to find the ideal place to shoot. 

Luckily for me, I mentioned it to a few people and one of them came up with these glorious gardens. Stone pathways and steps, beautiful colour and best of all privacy.

Now all we had to do was relax and take some great shots!








TECH TALK...
It was late afternoon so the sun made a lovely backlight as well as casting glorious colour. 

As we were using the sun as backlight, we had to fill the foreground. This is where my trusty assistant comes in. He is taller than a light stand so he is able to angle the light just where I need it. Usually emulating the sunshine, high above me and angled down onto the subject.

I used my Canon Speedlite for this shoot with an Interfit Softbox and Pocket Wizard radio transmitters. I also used my Westcott reflector for a more subtle look when needed.

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Tuesday, 1 October 2013

Clown Doctors -The Children's Hospital, Westmead

 

My son was a patient at The Children's Hospital at Westmead. First at 8 months of age when his kidney failed and then at 10 months when they removed it. It was a difficult time for us all. 

Visiting again, this time as a volunteer photographer, I had to confront the crockpot of intense anxiety and other emotions that envelop you as a parent. But more revealing was having to face the children. The head hanging to their chest and pain glazed eyes, head tilted with a curious expression. "Why does this hurt mummy?"



On this visit, however, the intensity was quickly dissolved by the pure joy brought to the faces of these young patients by the highly skilled and very funny clown doctors. What a wonderful gift!



Whether finishing a round of chemotherapy or waiting for a kidney transplant, every child was able to find a smile for the clown doctors. Each bedside visit was pure delight.

In addition, I witnessed momentary relief among the visiting family. As Grandad holds his jolly tummy at the keystone antics and Dad flicks his head back with a giggle in response to a "Knock, Knock" Joke. Mum's shoulders relax for a moment and a half smile appears.



I appreciated every moment of our visit and was happy to help out with some photos that hopefully capture some of the special interactions. Some of the best photos from all around Australia will be published in the 2014 Calendar which is sent to all of those amazing contributors who help make these visits possible.

You can find out more about the Clown Doctors by visiting their WEBSITE or Facebook.