Tag Archives: photography

Memory: The improbable survivor and her curious reflection


 


His father’s son : a two shot

His father’s son


 


Syntheses

A few images to share after inordinate hours spent manipulating images in the search for something unique and eye-catching!
 

Perry Sandhills – Sandboarding


 

Port Pirie Jetty


 

Port Pirie Silos


 


Star trails


Unofficially sunrise

   After spending the last week working in Melbourne it felt good to hit the road last night for the return trip to Sydney. As I approached the midway point near Albury I watched the sun set in glorious pink fluff though my rear vision mirror and purple haze up front. Tempting as it was to stop and take some snaps I restricted my stops to short coffee topups at many a roadside service centre. I should have stopped around 11pm as the coffee was no longer keeping my awareness levels up, but the sight of the clear sky and stars prompted me to continue to Gundagai where I hoped I might try some sky photography. Shortly before 1am I arrived at Gundagai lookout. It was bitterly cold and windy but my mind was made up – here’s a few results!
 
   The orange glow in the sky was not visible to my cold, watery eyes. It’s roughly in the east, so I’m guessing that’s what sunrise looks like 4 or 5 hours before it becomes official. I persisted for close to an hour before my brain demanded sleep. Drove down to a little park in Gundagai packed with nomads in their RVs, climbed into the back of the car, and slept through the sunrise official.
 

 

 

 


Silverband Falls

At Silverband Falls, Grampian Ranges VIC

At Silverband Falls, Grampians National Park


The room without books

   They say a house without books is like a room without windows, and a room without books like a body without a soul; they being Horace Mann and Marcus Tullius Cicero respectively, or conversely Marcus Tullius Cicero and Horace Mann temporally speaking, neither of whose books I ever got around to reading by the way, nor is it likely I ever will, since a room without books–call me soulless–can’t be a room with a window and a house with books at the same time. So next time you can’t put a book down spare a thought for those of us who can’t tear ourselves away from the window.
 

Room without books

Room without books