Playing with ideas and images
A few weeks ago, Tim and I did a fashion shoot. I’ve already featured some of the female models – so today I thought I’d post a shot of Evan. I watched while others had their three minutes taking shots of him, and thought about what I could do to get a different image from the ones they were doing. No one else asked him to take his jacket off … so I did. He was very serious about it!
Free as a bird!
That’s me right now. Not as in kite surfing, but me as in free as a bird. I am officially between jobs and so am on holidays! Except for teaching … but apart from that, one job finished yesterday and my new one doesn’t start till April 24 … so I could go kite surfing if I wanted to!
They’re such beautifully contemplative places – places of calm and meditation. At least they are for us (my sister and I), as tourists. There are others for whom these spaces mean something entirely different. One space – many different emotional responses.
The cavernous space is quiet and suffused with late afternoon sunlight … Deb receives some tragic news and sits in quiet contemplation.
I wander across the Yarra late one night and fleetingly wonder where this woman is headed.
I wander down little Collins St late one night … and there’s Chuckle Park inviting me in. I politely decline and keep wandering.
I wander past the Town Hall, and am greeted by sunflowers. Some of them are in the process of dying … but then again, aren’t we all?
I sit on the steps of the old Post Office, down one end of the Bourke St mall, and watch people watching people.
I was in Melbourne’s Bourke St mall last weekend, listening to Gareth, a fiercely talented pianist. I looked up and noticed this man on the edges of the crowd. The next day he was there again, listening to Gareth, hovering – drawn by the beautiful music, yet seeming reluctant to get too close.
Good things come in threes – or so they say.
Who are ‘they’?
