Posts tagged ‘photography’



The other night I was talking to a friend who had relocated for love. It hadn’t worked out the way that they had hoped because sometimes things don’t. I fervently believe that it is better to know than to wonder. As a general rule I don’t do things by halves. If something is worth doing it it worth doing fully and I throw myself into things, heart and soul. Even if things don’t work out the way you’d hoped there are always opportunities for learning and growth. You can never go back anyway, only forwards, so what use are regrets? Carry the good things with you and move on.


For a while now Son Number Two has been telling me about a place he visited with My Young Friend and his Lovely Fiancée, extolling the virtues and the photographic potential of the vibrant turquoise water. The catch was that it would be a 4WD trip to get there. Monday was Australia Day here which meant the young people had the day off work. They asked me to come along for the ride and, this time, I agreed. It was, indeed, an amazingly beautiful place. The whole day was quite triggering for me for very many dull reasons but I allowed myself to breathe through it and soak up the beauty. When we first arrived I noted that the place had the same name as another stunningly beautiful place where I have spent many happy times with Daughter Number One. It is where my favourite photo of her was taken. To be honest, if I’d known this place had the same name I’m not sure I would have agreed to go. Since I was there already I just had to deal. And I did. Staying present in the moment. Go me! Carry the good things with you and move on.maya_angelou_love

Each day is the first day of the rest of your life! If you don’t like where you are then move on. You can only work with what you’ve got but if that’s not enough to work with then go and find yourself more. I’d be the last one to tell you it’s easy but one thing I know for sure? It’s possible! Live, laugh, love. Life is short.


Safe onward travel lovelies x

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Yesterday was a good day. Time spent with a dear friend who I haven’t seen for ages and her beautiful Danes.  Khe Sanh on the radio as we drove home. A glorious sunset.

I’ve seen lots of sunsets lately.

I’m ready for the sunrise!

“Some birds are not meant to be caged, that’s all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.” ~Stephen King

Safe onward travel x

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So here we are my friends, the start of another year. Positively packed full of promise and possibilities! For me, it feels like so much has happened already. We’ve already had the first full moon of 2015 and the day before yesterday I rode a bicycle for the first time in literally years. Despite the exceedingly warm weather I have been doing lots of walking; talking the talk, walking the walk! After hellishly hot days I relish the cool change breeze that whips the washing on the line and comes through my window in the evenings, dancing down my skin. Spending time with My Young Friend and his lovely fiancée and seeing the world through their eyes is refreshing and adds a certain youthfulness that I enjoy.


As we continue on the adventure of life there are a few things I know for sure:

*There is beauty all around us if we allow ourselves to see it.

*I am privileged to have the very best of people as my friends.

*There is a whole big wide world out there.

*Sometimes getting lost is the way to find yourself.

*I am the author of my own story.

*Life is short.

*When all else is gone, love is what remains.


The other day I was out for lunch and there were television screens playing music videos. The first three songs that played after we were seated at our table were “These Boots Are Made for Walkin’ ” by Nancy Sinatra, “I’m Still Standing” by Elton John and “Happy” by Pharrell Williams. True story! And that about sums it up really. Another year, life goes on!

So LIVE, LAUGH, LOVE! Goodbye 2014! 

Safe onward travel everyone x

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Today, the day of Malcolm’s birthday, the day after writing the last post, we made the same journey. As we drove my young friend flicked through the radio stations looking for music. To my joy, and not complete surprise, the song Copperhead Road came on and I recognised it immediately. It was one of Malcolm’s favourite songs and it was played at his funeral.

So, on his birthday he sent me a gift! How cool is that?

Nothing Gold Can Stay – Robert Frost

Nature’s first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

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Raindrops and peace lilies marry well with my mournful mood. There is still beauty and the love of friends and those things give me comfort. But I ache.








Hit The Road Jack

Focus on the present. One step at a time. Breathe in. Breathe out. Mourn the loss of a dear friend’s father. Listen to my young friend describe the special ‘date night’ her guy had organized. Appreciate the beauty of my surroundings. Let my knights surround me with their love. Breathe in. Breathe out. Focus on the present.





Private Eyes


I’ve been on a bit of an introspective journey today, but more about that at a later date. Nothing like a bit of perspective though, which I found on reading this article entitled ‘The Shot That Nearly Killed Me: War Photographers, a special report.’ published in the Guardian, June 18th, 2011. I don’t have anything terribly coherent to say, it’s just mind-blowing stuff. So powerful, invoking such emotion in me, and reminding me why I love photography. Illustrating again for me the best and worst of humanity.

These are things I know about myself; I love words, and I love photographs. I use both as a filter, as a crutch, a comfort and a challenge. Without a doubt they are the two ways in which I interact with the rest of the world the most. Looking at these pictures reminded me of attending a protest at Parliament House, in Canberra. It was August 1996, and I was studying Welfare/Social Science at Technical College. I’d taken Daughter Number One with me, she was 7 and a half at the time, I wanted her to see and appreciate the freedoms we have in Australia –  to stand up for what you believe in.  I don’t even recall WHAT we were protesting now. What I do recall, vividly, is that as I watched the crowd a peaceful protest turned into what was reported later as a riot. The media coverage from that day was light-years away from what I witnessed first hand. My first priority was to make sure Daughter Number One was safe, but after leaving her with my friends, well clear of the melee, I turned and ran straight into the thick of it, camera at the ready. Oh for a better camera! I just didn’t have one up to the job, and my photo’s from that day don’t come close to capturing what I would have liked them to. I got as close to the action as I dared, resulting in a fist to the side of the head, and took my shots as the mass of people literally crashed into Parliament House.

In the same album I have shots from protesting Pauline Hanson speaking at a local theatre – kids at home in bed that time – and from an International Women’s Day march. This trip down memory lane has been so vivid; I can feel the adrenaline I felt then. It reminds me there are things worth fighting for. Things that I believe, about myself and about the world. It also reminded me, oddly, of a conversation I had with a friend recently. I was relating taking Daughter Number Two for her 4y.o. immunisations. Baby Daddy elected to manfully wait outside until it was all done. My friend expressed the opinion that the majority of Dads would do the same. My response was that I didn’t care what the majority of fathers would do in that situation; if Daughter Number Two could suck it up and have the injection, the least Baby Daddy could do is bear witness.

As I read the War Photographer article my own words ricocheted around my head; ‘The least you can do is bear witness.’

The least I can do is bear witness.

I’m going somewhere with this, boys and girls; I’ll keep you posted.

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