Sunday, 31 May 2009


19th b'day

  1. Giant, heart shaped choc-chip cookie. Gift from secret angel.
  2. Keep dreaming.
  3. Before my cousin's wedding. I was maybe 8.
  4. Pinwheel. Gift from secret angel.
  5. Make a wish.
  6. Birthday eve - dinner.
  7. So what if it's not my birthday yet? Chocolate + friends on Friday = ♥
  8. Roy Liechtenstein gets it right again
  9. Goofing around with Gem
  10. A night on the town for my friend's birthday.
This doesn't bother me so much. Time will take its course.

But today would have been my grandfather's birthday - American time, anyway.


Saturday, 30 May 2009


Audrey Hepburn + Fred Astaire = ♥


Tuesday, 26 May 2009


Association Meme: Comment to this post and I will give you 5 subjects/things I associate you with. Then post this in your blog and elaborate on the subjects given.

1. Human rights/politics
2. Films
3. Australia


This is a post obviously better illustrated than written (i.e. it's gonna be an uber-post!), so I'm going to share some of my favourite photos - both mine and flickr's - of the subjects I love, and also some photos I hold in high esteem, and that I hope I'd be able to take in time. I've a deep-seated ambition, however unlikely, to be a photographer - perhaps not the natural kind, amazing and beautiful they may be, but the journalistic kind. Maybe even the war correspondent kind. The kind
that reveals something about human nature and changes lives. Or the kind that gets published in Life.

I love the effect of macro, though I've only recently figured out how to do this on my (fairly simplistic and only 4mp camera).
This photo was taken two years ago of my late dog (a kelpie cross), Ned, whilst I was trying to photograph my cat (Varcoe.) Ned is far more photogenic - and a much more agreeable model - as he is more inclined to lay still.

Macro just brings those little things into focus:

I wish I was able to take underwater photos like this:

Black and white photos are, somehow, more poignant and remarkable, whatever the subject matter:

From happier days, one of my favourite photos is this one, because of sheer emotion (and utter joy) it captures:

As Edith Shain [the nurse seen here] observes, "it says so many things — hope, love, peace and tomorrow. The end of the war was a wonderful experience, and that photo represents all those feelings."

Then I found this much more recent equivalent, taken on election day last year, and I love that it represents the same things with such eloquence:

I want to be able to catch the sun's glorious rays:

I am what some might call obsessed with water, and in particular, rain, reflections and rainbows.

Like this one (not mine):

My attempts:

Taken in Hawaii

Taken after the rain at home

Taken at home

Taken on the way home.

Sunsets and silhouettes are possibly two of my very favourite mediums, so combining them is always fun and usually spectacular.

This was taken from the third floor balcony of my grandmother's apartment in Manly

The saves part of the "Jesus saves" message didn't really turn out for the skywriter, but the word Jesus hanging over the sunset creates a pretty strong image for New Year's Eve at the Manly Quay.

Taken of my friend who came to stay with me last year

I love playing with exposure and light, but this is kind of difficult on a camera in which all the settings are pre-determined, meaning I can't take photos like this:

This photo, incidentally, is taken of Venice Beach in Santa Monica, LA: the pier that marks the end of Route 66.

I think that cropping and editing/enhancing of photos is cheating, and I avoid it at all costs.

But all this photography - especially the journalistic kind - begs the question: is it capitalising on another's gain? Where do you draw the line of photography for profit vs opening the eyes of the world? Should photography require consent from the subject?


Monday, 25 May 2009

New Mexico, Old Mexico

There was snow all over the fields and streets. Santa Fe is beautiful…and the architecture is very unusual and striking – pueblo/adobe style, all mud brick houses, squat, square haunches, shades of orange and brown.

The air was exceptionally clear in the short time we were in Santa Fe – crystal and pure. You can see for miles and the landscape, too, remains untouched, for the most part – rugged, wild, overwhelming. The sun is bright and sharp, the sky is a deep, crisp, blue, the hue of hope and winter glory that is suggestive of summer. The countryside really is quite stunning, and Taos itself – like Santa Fe – seems to imitate it in the architecture, with adobe style buildings the colour of ochre, the hard soil, mesas and the cliffs.

Drove past Flagstaff, pretty little town cradled by the mountains. The snow covered the houses like frosting, and as we drove into the night, the snow reflected the bright and gaudy lights of the fast food chains, beacons for the lonely traveller.

The first morning we woke up and it was snowing! This complicated our plans for the Canyon, so like the fearless Aussies who can walk anywhere and everywhere (inc. 3 miles in and back to Lubbock) we decided to walk to the Canyon park gate, to see if it was closed for the day because my father didn't want to drive while it was still snowing/icy. We were really very lucky, in hindsight, that no one skidded off the road and hit us. A kindly park ranger pulled over to ask us if we intended to walk to the Canyon from the gate because if so, it was another 5 miles. At this stage, we could see the gate and knew it was open, so we walked back. It was actually quite lovely, if a little wet – the damp was pervasive. But either side of the road was woodland, all covered in white fluffy stuff, so it was very pretty.



Saturday, 23 May 2009

How Y'all Doin'?

Everything\'s Bigger in Texas Pictures, Images and Photos

Arrived to see the sun rise over a frosty and frigid Dallas…Horrible red eye flight from Honolulu…Went to the Sixth Floor Museum, dedicated to the presidency and assassination of JFK (Nov 22nd 1963), which occurred in Dallas and from which floor the shooting (sniping) is thought to have taken place. A very informative, thorough and fascinating exhibition; incredibly moving, utterly sad but perhaps above all, inspiring. JFK might not have been a great President – the Bay of Pigs, Vietnam, etc – but he was a great man, he did great things for civil rights, nuclear agreements, space exploration, and Peace Corps.

As a young, upbeat, idealistic and optimistic president with a family, he reminds me a lot of Obama, though I hope fiercely he does not meet the same fate. The tragedy of it all made me want to cry – it was not even the loss of JFK, nor the way in which it may have impacted subsequent administrations, but what might have been the potential of a great man to lead a great country to do great things.

Historic District

One thing that struck me throughout the exhibition was the relationship between Jackie Kennedy and John. They seemed to be strong, passionate, and very much in love. I cannot imagine what she suffered.

Texas seemed to be steak, cowboys, boots, belt buckles, big hats, swagger, mustangs, churches, guns and platinum blondes (oh, and the drawl.) We walked through the Thanksgiving Square which was beautiful, at which point I observed how much Americans seem to have religion (everywhere – influential). Papa replied that this hasn’t necessarily been a bad thing – it is a nation founded on religion and it is a source of support, security and charity for many. Australia by comparison is fairly unreligious – Catholic/Christian for the most part, but not largely so.

We drove past cotton farms (stripped), and oil wells, wind farms stretching for miles and towering over us, ranches and churches, abandoned houses and fast food chains.


Drove past Billy the Kid’s grave near Fort Sumner…the countryside started to look like Australia – bare, dry, expensive, barren. Except for the feedlots right next to the road, which were huge, full and smelly.

Buddy Holly statue, Lubbock

Billy the Kid's grave