This is a Still Life image that I made earlier this year, based on the book Tracks which I purchased in 2014 at a Writer’s Festival in Byron. We were privileged to hear Robyn Davidson talk about her perilous journey across 2,700 km of hostile Australian desert to the sea, with only four camels and her dog Diggity for company. That journey in 1977 took her from Alice Springs to the Indian Ocean. We had already seen the movie (now on Netflix) and I felt like Robyn was an old friend.
She spoke about her experiences and mentioned she was…
We did a little trip to Kurri Kurri (about 100km north of us) and surrounds last month not long before we went into lockdown. Funny, how that feels like a million years ago now. I think one of the hardest things about life in a pandemic is that it deprives us of that ability to plan for the future without second guessing ourselves. But why is it that we are always thinking of the future or reflecting on our past, rather than being spontaneous and enjoying the present?
Yesterday, we watched the Oprah interview on TV with close family. Our family discussions continued on the drive back home. Given that like mst Australian families our own family is now blended, the issue of race is very pertinent and real to us. I know that we all have unconscious biases because of the childhood narratives and environments we have grown up in, so being aware of this is the first step to enabling change. Having the courage to call it out is important because bad stuff happens when good people say and do nothing. I can’t help the colour…
I saw them on my way out this morning
Strewn on the sandstone path
The promise they held just a day ago
Extinguished in a moment
Their pristine white garb now crumpled
By a passing storm that went unnoticed
It happened in the dead of night
While we all slept, silently
The sad petals still here in the morning
Their dreams in shatters
They look up at the other blossoms
On the tree where they all used to live
Encouraged to shine
Until that storm
When it all went wrong.
They care about the Right to Life
The image I have shared is a sunrise I shot at Bombo Quarry last week and it speaks to me of the struggles we face in Australia today.
At sunrise, the quarry is a hauntingly beautiful place despite the pain we have inflicted on it. It is an ancient landscape once sculpted by the ocean but more recently re-shaped, as it was blasted to bits by men with sticks of dynamite in their quest for blue metal. As I sit on the clifftop and look down on the crashing waves, I am enveloped by the sounds of Country. …
For thousands of years the Djiringanj people came to the Bermagui Waterhole to camp and have ceremony. It was a sacred place and a permanent source of fresh water with an abundance of fish and shellfish. The waterhole lies on a major coastal walking track and is linked to the ceremonial, initiation and spiritual sites of the Yuin people. So, while the waterhole is on Djiringanj land, many other Yuin people and more distant Koori people also camped here, always making sure there was enough food left for those who would come after they moved on.
As we immerse ourselves…
We went up to the Central Coast to join some friends on a sunset shoot at the Gosford Waterfront on Saturday evening. Unfortunately, the light wasn’t great and I didn’t capture any images worth sharing. But then we decided to go further north toward Norah Heads and sleep over, so we could shoot a sunrise in the morning before heading back home today. It wasn’t a great sunrise either and I was walking back to the car, when I noticed these fabulous clouds in the west and the light spilling across. I shot this handheld but wished I had setup…