Celebrating Revela-T

Arriving in Barcelona for Revela-T 2017, I had little idea of what to expect. It is an incredibly long 28 hours by plane from Australia. The day after landing we headed out to Vilassar de Dalt early in the morning to hang the photos I was exhibiting at the Cal Garbat. Of course we got…

Windang wheels

Windang Island sits just beyond the mouth of Lake Illawarra. At low tide it is possible to walk out to the island over a narrow sand bar or isthmus which becomes submerged at high tide in a big swell and storms. In a Dreaming story, Windang Island is an abandoned canoe used by the Thurawal…

Pink rocks and blue pools

“The fool who is aware of his foolishness is therefore like a wise man. But a fool who thinks he is wise is called a fool indeed. A fool who, as long as he lives, attends to a wise man, he doesn’t know the doctrine, as the spoon doesn’t know the soup’s flavour. If a…

On mountains and falls

“Flowers laugh without uttering a sound. Roosters cry without shedding a tear. Examining the ages reveals that good deeds are as rare as flowers among rocky peaks while evil acts are as plentiful as the grass on fertile hills” – Kyokai “High peaks and lofty crags are where the wise dwell. Green pines and deep…

Signs

Time drops by with remembrances of moments skimming the surface of consciousness from deep within the mind leaving signs of a world beyond. The passage of time touches the world leaving marks such as deep erosion in cliffs, stratification of geological layers, and the presence of fossils from distant ages. A branch broken and dying…

Sapphire coast

A few hundred kilometers south along the coast the ocean gets a little icier with deep cold currents from Antarctica, and along with golden rocks and beaches, the colour of the sea changes to a beautiful sapphire green. Sitting between Bermagui and Tathra, lies the Mimosa Rocks National Park named after a vessel that was…

A purple dawn

Another year arrived, and I suddenly found myself shooting 120 film, and bulk rolling 35mm. I determined that it was an unconscious sign, like the purple dawn greeting me on the Myall River, and that I needed to return to 52rolls once more. Seasons come and go, years drift by, but our political fate seems…

Mayday

Year in, and year out, boats sit at their moorings, rising and falling, or turning with each change of the tide, on the Myall River at Teagardens. Pelicans perch on poles, parade on the broken dock, and across the river boats seem more likely to be boarded by seagulls than their owners. Near the police…

Shells

All photos taken with Chamonix 045F1, Rodenstock Ysaron 75mm and Apo-Sironar-S 150mm lenses, on Fomapan 100 film, and developed in a mix of Xtol(1.3)+paRodinal(1.160).

Homage to J. Alfred Prufrock

“I should have been a pair of ragged claws Scuttling across the floors of silent seas” – TS Eliot Walking the shoreline at low tide, crab claws abandoned near a child’s sandcastle remind me of J. Alfred Prufrock. It pains me to see broken claws discarded on a beach when these could be scuttling across…

Spring turns to summer

Indolence tracks its weary feet into long hot languid days to find its natural repose in the shade. Flowers shrivel, and bush undergrowth starts to dry after a few scorching days. Moisture quickly disappears, and if the heat continues, soon the forest will look parched. Summer means spring days spent looking for wildflowers have come…

Queensland

Queenslanders have always seemed a little different. There is Queensland, and then there is the rest of Australia. I remember visiting in the early 1980’s and being in a bank. When the teller rang my branch in Victoria, and started by saying, “Good morning, this is Queensland calling!” On the rugby field their state team…