Christmas focus

At a time when there is always something to do, to help with and to watch out for….

The prawns need marinating, there’s a few salads to put together, and LOOK OUT, that puppy’s nose is getting a little too close to that tray of sweets! Is she eating another Christmas card?…

I stole a moment to take some photos in the garden. I promise it wasn’t while the dishes were being done.

Here is my refuge. Even from myself. I found a few gem items. They might not be all the ones the gardener themselves would have chosen, but it always works that way with me and my camera. It feels a little like “I see dead people”, but much less creeepy.

Between Old Man’s Beard, Spider Orchids, Cactus and Agave, there were some very sweet moments of solitude in the morning light.

Merry Christmas!

May we all seek to create rather than destroy – around us and inside ourselves!

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Being still

Every breath of wind leaves a mark on something. Every stirring vibration creates a shift or a ripple leading elsewhere. Every sign of life is a wound. Where it all begins or ends we can’t be sure, only that it … Continue reading

Spain!

Oh Spain!

I dreamt about you for many years.

I’ve never been to Europe – and you were my first priority.

Although I had little time with you, you certainly captured me, swept me up in your beauty, your history, your hospitality and your romance!

I feel lucky to have trailed through the streets of Barcelona and wandered under street lamps that look like delicate earrings, illuminating tiny hints of a massive and diverse history I can barely begin to imagine.

I have few words to describe your splendor, so I choose images to tell the story of a variety of delights that peaked my interest.

Thank you, especially to Barcelona and the Camino where I spent most of my time – and to the beautiful hosts who welcomed me and shared with me some of what you have to offer.

This is my thank you.

 

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I SEE YOU

I was standing on a mountain with a bunch of old friends the other day. We were at a mate’s property, before a huge bonfire, celebrating 2 friends’ 40th birthdays – all camping out together for the night.

In my brief conversation with one of the boys, we quickly came to be talking about spirituality. “I think that’s one of the things that all of us here have in common, our sense of spirituality is all about feeling connected…. TO THE LAND!” I chimed in. Most definitely, or in Matty’s case, more the OCEAN.

I make no claim to the kind of spirituality Aboriginal culture speaks of. As far as I am aware I have no heritage to link me there. And the fullness and complexity of traditional knowledge goes far and deep beyond my imaginings.

However, I do feel that rich and powerful connection to the land where I was born and I feel that divine appreciation for a natural landscape – in my own homeland and elsewhere on this planet.

This is why photography is somewhat like my bible. It helps me to stop and study my spirituality. I open my shutter and stop to breathe in the miraculous, the divine. It helps me to focus, calm myself, feel and capture my appreciation. The image becomes a thank you, an “I SEE you”.

This might sound a tad hippy, but once I climbed a tree in the dry Todd River bed of Alice Springs, hung my arms and legs around a huge branch and whispered “I promise to show the world, or remind the world how beautiful you are”.

Perhaps I was also whispering that to myself, as I seek to remind myself and everyone of our deserving of self-love and healthy worshipfulness. For is not my body a natural wonder?

The more I learn about it, the more I admire it, want to learn to respect it and see it as miraculous.

 

My macro work brings me in close, to see what is otherwise invisible or over-looked. And that is a whole new world of discovery. David Attenborough himself couldn’t be more excited by the layers and beauty that it reveals. Again, my anatomy study is a similar act with familiar outcomes. The inner workings of my body is also complex and inspiring, with multitudes of daily miraculous events occurring.

So photographing the earth, sky, sea, the natural world, including the human body is like entering a temple and bowing in prayer.

It is where I find peace, meet my maker and meet my humanity and my soul, even.

I wish more world leaders could feel this in their hearts and souls too. They might then be able to act as our Christ and save us, rather than our Judas. For what we do to the earth, we do to ourselves.

It’s impossible to live and breathe and adore this earthly place, without facing my own body within it, as part of it, my vessel to take me through this version of a life experience. Why then the epic struggle to truly love and cherish my own mountains, deep valleys, volcanic eruptions, hailstorms, deserts, lush rainforests and spinifex within?

It is a constant journey, but I intend to celebrate that journey. I trip up a lot, but I am still moving on it. Which brings me to my next body of work, an idea that has been brewing for a number of years. It’s fruition is overdue.

A combination of the body of the earth and the body of us. I’m looking for signs of life to photograph: scars, stretch marks, unusual markings, lines, blemishes, etc.

Please put yourself forward if you have any of these. You won’t be identified, your markings will be abstracted.

Please contact me through my facebook page if you wish to take part.

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What’s new is old

I’m in a new town

In actual fact, it’s really an old town, with a colourful history – only new to me.

What I notice and admire in a new town, is old things.

Many times in the man made and in the natural world, I admire age.

Age, ageing, aged.

It occurs to me as it often does, that we as humans too often don’t allow ourselves a similar kind of admiration.

So this series is in appreciation of age and it’s beauty.

It’s colour, vibrancy, complexity and detail.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Little bites of the Big Apple – my favourites

Am I flogging a dead horse?

I know that I have already given you a few bites, but New York offers so much, it is hard to sum up , describe or even glimpse into it’s magnitude of possibilities.

So this time is just a bit of an indulgence into my favourites. Unexplained snippets of my experience. If you want to know any more about any of the shots, just shoot me questions.

Otherwise, I hope you enjoy this look into my preferences.

Things you might find: cafe interiors, Yale Harry Potter-esk study nooks, that great rare coffee, 5pointz graff, art gallery openings, pet memorial, Harlem roller derby and The Mulberry Project.

INs and OUTs

So you go IN to another country, you move around, soak up, experience, savour. When you come OUT the other side are you different?

Perhaps it depends what you saw, where you went and how you felt. Perhaps you are always different somehow.

These images represent the INs and OUTs that I saw in New York. Some of them are literal and obvious and some are more open to interpretation.

What do you read into them? What do you see and feel? Do you remember a travel experience that you came OUT of, feeling different to when you went IN?

A dance parade to bade farewell

It’s true, I am working backwards. My last day in New York City involved a colourful and joyous celebration of the love of dance.

2011 New York Dance Parade

This is why I love New York! And if you check out the faces of most of these dancers, you will have a glimpse in to why I love dance!

Thank you NYC for the fabulous send off.