Today was my second day at my new job (yesterday being ANZAC Day) and apparently I have to go back again tomorrow!
I have a flower sitting on my kitchen window sill, waiting for me to shoot it. Hopefully I’ll get to it before it starts to fade – although there’s a certain beauty in a faded flower.
In the meantime, I’ll content myself with a flower I shot on the weekend at the Castlemaine Botanic Garden.
Walking down our street yesterday I noticed a florist shop where there hadn’t been one the week before. I decided to go in. Kellie, the director of Fig and Bloom, has an online business and was convinced by friends to open a shop as well and on Tuesday she did just that. The flowers are beautiful, and what I liked best of all was that I could buy single flowers. So I bought two and spent a lovely few hours photographing one of them in the light coming in through the kitchen window.
This image has more of a domestic feel than I usually go for, with the flyscreen in the background and the edge of the bottle in view, but there’s a certain appeal to it.
It’s like the sun shines from the inside.
Yesterday’s sunset was beautiful.
A return to a flower today. I was looking through my photos this afternoon and came across a series of photos I did a month or two ago that I didn’t like at all. But on looking at them again I have changed my mind. They’re okay-ish.
Here’s one example … I was trying to represent a flower from a different perspective – to tell a different story from the usual front-on shot with the whole flower in the frame. To me this shot is an explosion of colour and line and shape. What do you see?
Another shot from the William Ricketts Sanctuary in the Dandenong Ranges. Between 1949 and 1960 Ricketts (1898-1993) travelled to Central Australia and lived with the Pitjantjatjara and Arrernte Aboriginal people. He also spent two years in India (1970-1972) living in an ashram learning about the philosophy of Indian people.
The traditions and culture he experienced in Central Australia inspired many of his sculptures. This is one work that shows that influence very clearly.
While the cracks in the sculpture weren’t deliberate, they help to convey a message about the fragility of life and culture and tradition.
The theme for this week’s 52 week project was A Flower … yep, just one. Because I take a lot of flower photos, I thought I’d try something different.
Delicate greens in the bush, miles up the Leven River.
A boat ride, a bushwalk and a picnic. All good for the soul.
On humid summer days the sea mist rolls in over Table Cape (Tasmania). It’s all air and cloud and mist and sea from up here.