This week’s travel theme from Ailsa’s blog ‘Where’s my backpack?’ is Delicate. I found this theme tough, because I realised that I don’t shoot delicate “things”. I shoot grand things (architecture and landscape) or things of interest to me, but not delicate. I marvel at the delicate, but not where I shoot the delicate. But here is my crack (and as usual the images link through to my larger photos on Flickr).

Starting in Maui, Hawai’i, USA, is a shrub that can only be found on the slopes of the grand Haleakala volcano – the Silversword. It is a tiny and delicate shrub whose fine leaves are protected by the National Park Rangers and visitors alike. It has a lovely silver hue to it. For the record, the altitude for this shot was over 10,000 ft.


Moving to the Western side of the Pacific Ocean, and the Western side of the Japanese island of Honshu is the beautiful gold leaf artisans of Kanazawa. It is such a delicate art and the Kanizawa artisans account for 90% of the gold leaf pieces in all of Japan.


Back home in Australia’s capital of Canberra is the immaculately preserved 1297 copy of the Magna Carta on display in the Parliament House. Not only is the document delicate, but the tenets of what it decrees are so delicate to the protection of a modern liberal society (and is the foundation all modern liberal democratic constitutions). In some respects, this document is more important than the bible.


This tiny spider was delicately perched in the rain on his (or her) web. I found this one in the shrubs of the coastal bush land at Calalla Bay in Jervis Bay, NSW, Australia.


Travelling not much further than the city centre of Sydney, Australia was this delicate sculpture promoting a book festival of some kind in the Galleries Victoria. I can imagine that this would have been a bugger to put up and take down. Pretty cool though.


The annual vivid festival in Sydney, Australia is always a light show feast for the eyes. I loved this delicate (and oversized) chandelier which had the backdrop of the Sydney Opera House. It was almost impossible to shoot without my tripod.


But the most delicate thing to me (and my wife) is our boy, who we nickname “the Pok”. While he is growing up big and strong (now 3) and not so delicate anymore, I still remember how tiny and fragile he was. This was him some 5 days after he was born, almost like he knew the camera was on him.


And my wife is awesome with him, when he looks at these photos with me now on the computer he recognises that it is him with his “Mummy”.