A peak into my friend Dougie’s kitchen onion and potato box.
A paint filter in Photoshop has been added to help reinforce the classical look I felt this image deserved.
I got a bit stoned at a party hosted by my dear friends `The Gumpins’ and focussed for quite some time on a string of old light globes hanging off of the eaves.
When you think about it, clouds are like big natural electrical energy grids.
Can you hear that noise? I think it’s the ghost of Albert Einstein saying `Durr’.
Moree in Northern NSW. Moree is located above naturally hot artesian springs. Many `Grey Nomads’ come to take in the waters. At night, they slumber peacefully.
There’s a painting this photo reminds me of. Of course, when one goes looking on can never locate it. So I figure, I’ll stop looking and it will find me.
`What’s he building in there?’
I love being able to capture images of darkness as we see them with our own eyes and not how we try to reproduce them with subtle lighting. If you look long enough at it, the house moves around.
Although that could just be me having acid flashbacks.
Is it Howdy Doody Time yet?
Grain Silos at Moree. They kill more people than the local police. Or so I’ve heard.
All things must die. Even you!
The red rocks around Edith Falls in the Northern Territory reflecting in the waters as they have done for thousands of years.
Remembering a fallen empire and those that built it.
Civic Park, Newcastle NSW.
Playing with composition at Wheeler Place in Newcastle, NSW.
Further play with composition in Newcastle NSW.
I was feeling very `Max Dupain' like on Newcastle Beach with my new camera. Until I was accused of being a pervert by a teenager who thought I was taking indiscreet photos of his girlfriend. Ah, that was a fun day. (not) But I do like this picture.