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Sprang, Sprung

The following are some recent efforts, and the odd one not so recent. Warm winter, hot spring, though I do love the variability. A lot of sunshine of late, and as ever, the beach beckons…

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8146 Flags

8327 Sculpture by the sea

8197 Tamarama

7705 Newtown peeps

1335 Lips

9332 Railway Square

8188 Tamarama 2

1982 City angles

8297 Sculpture by the sea

2001 Newtown Hotel

1861 Glebe Point

4123 Pitt street mall selfie

1510 Luna Park, Sydney Harbour

9224 Sunset from the wharf

9779 Big surf off coogee

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Black & Blue stuff

With the exception of the shots from the Skunkhour gig, these are all taken over the past few weeks. All of them are from the city or the inner west of Sydney. Slowly I’ve been warming up for an impending trip to England, Greece and Italy – leaving first thing Thursday morning. We’re flying into Londres : ) then, after four or five days in Cambridge, flying out to Rhodes. From there we are island hopping via Santorini and the ruins of Delos to Athens over ten days, before flying to spend a week in Rome. This trip is not about new discoveries but catching up and refreshing old favourites, and I’m especially excited about revisiting two places I’ve lived in previously – namely Cambridge and Rome. The last time I was in Rome was February 2008 – five years after I lived there. It seems about right, therefore, that I should head back there in 2013.

Thusly, I’ll be away for roughly 25 days and hence may not contribute a great deal to Tragicocomedia. I’m not ruling out contributing a hell of a lot either, but judging on previous form, there’ll be too much amazing stuff to look at and photograph and I’ll be adequately distracted. Either way, life goes on.

4067 QVB Smoker 2

1028 Local rugby union

5562 Drug of choice

6002 Man on the street 2

1058 Purple dude

5792 Gig

5544 QVB Christo

5571 Back lane, Surry Hills

1030 Bunch of blokes 2

1602 Slender trunks

5031 Kirribilli markets

1969 Camperdown

1022 Parramatta rd selfie

6011 Door

1623 Glebe Point 2

5656 Skunkhour

5083 Peace, bro

6015 Marble reflections 2

1682 talking

5643 Deano 2

1090 Triangle

1703 Big stuff

1848 Benevolent

5611 Buddha

1516 Afternoon snooze

1582 Trap!

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Stuff wot I saw

This is a collection of recent shots from around Sydney, mostly taken along George Street, a regular haunt of mine for better or for worse. Been trying to work angles a lot more recently, something evident in this bunch of shots. As the title says, in a nutshell, this is just some stuff wot I saw : )

Agony and ecstasy

Camperdown

Reading the can

George street

Window display, State Library

 

George street reflected light

Surveyor 2

George street

Number 84

Chinatown

Stairwell

Carriageworks

Lifeboat 2

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Since returning from India, now almost six months ago, I still haven’t really fallen back into the habit of shooting a lot. It’s not so much a case of the cup runneth dry so much as the well runneth over, for I’ve got a daunting backlog of photographs to get through. Much of that work has been earmarked for travel writing and is being held in reserve. Hopefully it won’t be too long before I get it out there. In the meantime, here are some of the photos I have taken recently.

Courthouse Hotel, Newtown

Oxford street

Skippy girls, Wilson street, Newtown

Floating rope

Graffito, Surry Hills

Strange palm insect

Curves 3

Central station clocktower

Carriageworks

Dead marines

Redfern station

Surry Hills

Newtown station selfie 2

Annandale

Alphaville

Train, Newtown

Pug rules

Floating rope

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Wallpeople

Last Saturday, my buddy Paul (Dr Fantasy) and I did our first job together as the team Celebrius. Celebrius is the name of an event photography and video business we are in the process of forming. The plan is to cover any and all events – weddings, parties, anything as it were, providing tasteful, arty stills and innovative video editing. Paul and I have a lot of amateur experience and some small amount of professional experience in these areas, but either way we feel confident we have the capacity, without being cocky or arrogant, I hope : ) In this case we volunteered to work for free – it seemed like both a good cause and a practice project, though there was the slightly mercenary motivation in having our names attached and promoted.

Anyways, this collection of photos is more a mood piece than anything else. I wanted to provide dreamy frames to use for montage and thus focussed more on emotive portraits and evident thought. We were at first somewhat disappointed that there weren’t more people, and that the sky was overcast. Indeed, for a while, at the beginning, there were more people photographing the event than participating in creating or affixing art to the wall. Yet, everybody was lovely and pleasant –  a good-natured and likeable bunch.

As to the event, it was the first Sydney incarnation of an international event called Wallpeople.

Have a look at the blurb below:

Wallpeople is a collaborative art event that happens in 45 cities around the world at the same time. A street wall will become a makeshift outdoor gallery where all participants may exhibit their own works and collaborate to create an improvised open-air museum.

This year, Sydney joins the global network of creatives for the first time and invites all city artists & creative enthusiasts alike to join us next 1st of June in Newtown.

Created in Barcelona in 2009, Wallpeople leads people to create, and be part of a unique moment in a certain urban place, with the intention to set up a unique and street work done by all.

Wallpeople 2013: Music Edition

The guiding theme for 2013 is MUSIC. We want everyone to express his unique relationship with music, no matter what genre or style. The participants have two possibilities:

1. Reinterpret a song in an artistic format of your choice: illustration, photography, text, painting, collage, canvas…
2. Create any work related to music in a general way: For example: a tribute to an artist, a concert, a musical moment of your life, your favourite style, musical origins…

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Just prior to going to India last December, I moved into an inner city suburb of Sydney called Camperdown. It’s very close to where I was living previously in Glebe, on the other side of that great dividing road, Parramatta. The nice side, in my opinion, for Glebe runs down to the inner harbour and is by far the prettier of the two suburbs. Camperdown, however, has many attractions, one of which, technically, is the University of Sydney.

Parramatta Rd, into the west

Campus aside, Camperdown is a curious mix of old light industrial – factories, warehouses and workshops, and residential – of the bungalow, flat and terrace kind. Indeed, like so much of Sydney, Camperdown has swathes of Victorian and Edwardian terraces and semi-detached Federation (turn of the 20th century) houses.

The ubiquitous Sydney terraces

The area was first named by Governor Bligh (1806-08) after the Battle of Camperdown between the English and Dutch in 1797. Bligh received a 240 acre grant of land, which also included parts of neighbouring Newtown. Early in the 19th century, Camperdown was established as a residential and farming area. Lying just four kilometres west of the city centre, it was only a matter of time before it became swallowed by the city.

Australia Street

Camperdown is a small suburb, though this is in part an imposition of its division down the middle by Parramatta Road. It is a very built area, with a few good parks and small reserves, but nothing especially large – again, not including campus. Most of the houses are, however, one or two storeys, and, apart from the hospital, few of the reclaimed and gentrified warehouses and factories are especially tall. With streets and gardens full of trees and vegetation, it thus retains an old-town feel which adds to its appeal.

Camperdown

The Dutch houses

Denison street

We are fortunate to live in a tree-heavy cul de sac which fronts onto Camperdown oval. Our apartment block is a creaky old firetrap, which, from the back lane, looks awfully un-inspiring, but from the front seems well-disposed.

Cricket poetry

Penalty shot

Camperdown oval

Inside, the place takes on the curiously nostalgic complexion of an old, wide-corridored hotel in the Blue Mountains. The flats themselves have a pleasant vintage character to them and certainly scrub up nicely, with redundant fireplaces and tile features. It is hardly baroque, but rather an elegant sufficiency.

Rooftop garden, dying

Mantlepiece

Downstairs, in the base of the apartment block’s front are two cafés, Gather on the Green and Store, both of which are perfectly okay – the former good for coffee, the latter for food. Because of their proximity to the park and the dead-end nature of the street, customers regularly take their orders on the grass beside the oval. With the prevalence of youngish professional couples round these parts, the park and cafés are usually full of young families with a good number of children running about. This creates what my friend Paul calls a certain “prambience.”

The cafes downstairs

Foggy morning

Camperdown always struck me as an in-between sort of place. It is stuck between Parramatta Road and King Street in Newtown – then stuck between the university and hospital. In a sense, it just peters out into the west, hemmed in on the other sides. For this reason, I never felt comfortable about moving here, knowing that I was, to some degree, cut off from the water. To compensate for this I have extended my run considerably and now I cross Parramatta Road and follow the canal down to the water.

Wet Parramatta road

Glebe point sunset 2

Glebe, Rozelle Bay

It’s a lovely run once on the other side – under the aqueduct, through the canal-side parks, under the great curve of the Glebe railway viaduct, then along the promenade in Bicentennial Park. After cheering on the wind-turbine, I swing past views of the Glebe Island Bridge (now sadly renamed Anzac) and Sydney Harbour Bridge. My long ago established love for the Glebe area is such a powerful thing that I feel uplifted just running through it, but the sight of the water and bridges from the park takes things up another notch.

Glebe Island bridge

Glebe afternoon

Back to Camperdown, the land of the in-between. It is a very handy place to live, pure and simple: King Street with all its attractions is a ten minute walk away and, most Saturdays, we head up to the markets at the old Eveleigh rail-yards.

Eveleigh markets

Carriageworks

The beautiful campus of Sydney University – V’s workplace – is just ten minutes walk to the east. Public transport is plentifully available for the price of a short walk – to Parramatta Rd for buses, King Street for trains – and it takes me fifteen to twenty minutes to get downtown.

Parramatta Rd

King street crossing

When we have access to a car, it takes us roughly twenty-five minutes to drive to Bronte Beach – every Saturday and Sunday – which is not such a big imposition. Camperdown also meets one of my toughest conditions when it comes to choosing a house – being within walking distance of an art-house cinema. It also helps that the locals all seem to be friendly, harmless, open-minded lefties and that rare breed of unpretentious hipsters. It all feels perfectly safe.

Camperdown

Amor Laura

There are, inevitably, a couple of drawbacks: despite being mostly quiet, Camperdown is often the victim of flight path diversions and there are some eyesores. The huge slab of old hospital near the modernising Royal Prince Alfred is particularly unattractive. Surrounded by chain fence and barbed wire, it has a post-holocaust hollowness to it that is chilling and disquieting.

Dead hospital

Dead hospital

It is a monolith of arrant functionalism, yet, despite its ugliness, it often inspires enjoyably melancholic thoughts of the end of civilization. Now overgrown and toweringly glum, it invites one in with its brooding lassitude and I long to break in and explore the corridors. It is probably riddled with asbestos.

Parramatta Road doesn’t exactly leave a lot to be desired and I suppose there isn’t actually anything to do in Camperdown itself. Apart from a few dumpy sports pubs on the main road, there aren’t really any bars or cafés. This really ads to its in-between feel, because in order to do anything it is necessary either to walk to Newtown or Glebe, or bus and train the hell out of dodge. Still, nothing is really out of reach, so being sleepily stuck in the middle isn’t such a bad thing after all. Either way, it certainly has grown on me over the last few months.

Autumn, Camperdown

Camperdown

Victory

Australia street

Chesty Bonds

Glebe, rope ladder

Wet Pavilion, Camperdown

Camperdown tree shadow

Biblical Sky, Camperdown

Missenden rd

 

 

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This collection of photos dates from 2004-5 and were all taken using my second digital camera – an Olympus of some description. It was hardly a very professional camera, clocking in at around 3.2 megapixels, but with a decent 10x manual zoom, it gave me a degree of flexibility I had never had with a camera before. Prior to this, my first digital camera had been purchased just a year before, in 2003, before a flight to Venice. It was a neat little Minolta with a 3x manual zoom, which I truly loved for its design and ease of use. Sadly, however, it died a sorry death when a Gatorade opened in my bag and drowned its circuit board.

I owe a great deal to both of those cameras for being just good enough to give me the confidence to take photography more seriously. The images seemed excitingly clear and impressively accessible and available. This was, of course, when digital cameras were in their early phase of expansion – going from a novelty item to a technology commodity that everyone owned. It was also before mobile phones could offer anything like the same level of quality as a compact.

Prior to this I’d used a range of compact film cameras, never having owned an SLR. I certainly enjoyed taking photographs, though I understood very little about the craft. It was, after all, difficult to experiment without access to a dark room or committing to the cost of developing regularly and immediately, so I mostly focussed on taking snaps of people. I did, however, have a strong yearning to record the many places I visited when I was first travelling around Europe and, later, doing the same whilst based at Cambridge. These photos, whilst ambitious insofar as what I hoped to achieve, were technically naïve and taken using cameras that weren’t quite up to scratch.

Getting my first digital camera, however, opened up the opportunity to experiment as much as possible and it wasn’t long before I grew in confidence. Another great leap forward for me came when I first printed a digital photograph using my own inkjet. I was absolutely astonished at how perfectly clear and glossy the reproduction was. I sat staring at it in wonder for some time, and kept going back to take another look. The capacity to shoot and print my own photos for so little cost and with such ease turned into an obsession, and soon my walls were covered in prints. This fuelled a strong desire to get out there and shoot as much as possible, and so I did, starting the habit I’ve had ever since of never leaving the house without a camera, and was often to be seen carting a tripod around in the hope of some good long exposures.

These photographs all date from that period of great enthusiasm, when I saw how I might tell stories just as easily through photography. Prior to this, I’d seen photography primarily as a means of recording, rather than a means of expression. I was, at the time, writing novels, poetry and short stories with a furious passion. Photography added the much needed colour and a pleasingly easy adjunct to what I considered those more difficult arts. I don’t mean to suggest that photography is easy,  especially not for those who agonise over setting up compositions and technical exactness, yet as someone whose photography has mostly been opportunistic, I’ve always seen it as a refreshingly easy and fun means of creating a vignette or narrative.

In retrospect, these photographs aren’t all great by any means and, coming back to them, they seem disappointingly low-res. Yet there are some here which I dearly love for their compositions and the memories they bring me both of how much I liked them at the time, and where and when I was in life when they were taken. Everything here is from Sydney, and many were taken near to where I was living at the time – Glebe. Either way, I hope you enjoy them!

City of shadows

John Howard's Australia

Derelicte 2

George V

Waiting for Guinness

Glebe Seminary 2

Harbour bridge fireworks 1

Night train 2

Jesus airlines 1

Light rail special 2

Four legs 1

Hydrant

Grasshead 1

Glebe, Rozelle Bay

Leichhardt wires

Crane 3

Harry Tangiers

Help! 1    Lamp 4

Monorail 4

Palisade Hotel

Newtown Festival 3

Tea bag 1

Performance Anxiety

Night train 4

Reindeer 1

Parramatta Road sunset 1

Night city rain

Rainswept

Stink bug

Smoking dish rack

Sydney University lawnmower

Nightship

Storm telegraph

Silver Pathway 1

Carship window 1

Simon Tracey, garbo

Tree Wires

Glebe Sunset

Valhalla

Window-cleaning ballet

Used Cars

Windowsill glass

Sunset chimneys

Bronte surf

Bridge lights

Shane Warne, the one and only

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Not quite, but almost

George street suits

Whitewash

Central station

4728 Bronte 3

3323 Glebe point road

3930 Chinatown 2

4016 City building

corinthian pilasters

5166 Escalator 3

fresh driftwood

Devonshire street

Graffertiti

4010 Six

9820 Bronte sand

Reminded me of Marvin, crashing into the sun

GPO

Toby's estate

Hilton side

6001 Railway 3

Grace Kelly

ben sherman 2

This collection of photographs comes from spending the last month mostly going through older folders and picking out things I might have missed. They’re all shots I either ignored or overlooked the first time around, and so, whilst I don’t consider them the cream of the crop, there are a good few I like all the same.

This is also likely the last post I’ll me making from Australia for seven weeks, as I’ll be heading to India with V, via Bali and Singapore. The first stop in India is Thiruvananthapuram, which took me a few days to learn to say correctly, and the last is Kolkata. As to what happens in between, we are really not sure.

Inevitably, I’m totally pumped about the photographic opportunities that will present themselves and, of course, the holiday itself. I’m don’t know how much I’ll blog while away, though I will certainly be taking my laptop – despite travelling light again with just a carry-on bag and a pair of thongs.

Finally, I’m moving house tomorrow. I’ve written about how much I love this place in the past and my deep affection for it has not diminished one whit. However, I am moving in with V, so I suppose that constitutes an upgrade : )

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Cleaning up

Lately, I’ve been cleaning up. This might sound boastful, but really I mean it in the humdrum sense of organising my life. Not that my life isn’t organised, but my files need sorting. I want to have everything backed up and archived before I move house then head into Asia in December. There is a special type of phobia about the possible loss of digital files which I’m sure already has a name. Anyway, the important thing is that I have lots of work to do and am rather enjoying being busy.

Work has genuinely been enjoyable of late as I’ve been teaching Genre this term to year 10 high school students, and the last few weeks have focussed on military science fiction. It’s an odd early focal point for a study of genre, it makes a degree of sense in that it’s quite an easily classifiable genre, so far as its salient features are concerned. This subject was paralleled with a look at the “going native” narrative, prevalent in films such as Dances with Wolves, The Emerald Forest, The Last Samurai and The Mission. Winding up with a close look at the mixed genres of Avatar – military science fiction, going native, fantasy, western, romance etc. all rolled into one – made for a clean lead into the MSF material.

It was satisfying to find myself standing in front of a class showing clips from Aliens, having been such a fan of the movie as a teenager. It’s a testimony to the post-modern world we live in that we treat these popular works with the same intellectual rigour as high culture products. It is indeed satisfying to know that the cultural context in which I grew up has become a part of the global cultural and intellectual corpus. This week was a look at the parodic elements in Starship Troopers and its apparent subversion of the novel’s happily fascist narrative with a futility of war twist.

Right, definitely rambling now. Above are some photos. I’d like to think I’ve also been cleaning up with the camera as well, but judge for yourself.

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Seasonal Ventures

The weather of late has been a titillating mix of dry heat and cool, crisp sunny days. There has been a lot of good eating and plenty of outdoors adventures, an especially indulgent start to spring. This last week also heralded the first two swims of the season. The first at what we like to call “the Resort”, which is the part of Bronte Beach immediately next to the ocean pool where the water from the pool spills down onto the rocks in a wide, continuous fan. It acts like a splendid water feature, and adds a certain luxuriousness to what is otherwise swimming in a large natural rockpool with abundant swaying seagrass.

So, a good start to the season on every level, with a lot of work to be done and plenty of things to look forward to. The good news is a coming holiday of seven weeks in Asia with V. We plan to fly via Bali and Singapore to India and spend the bulk of our time there. The local budget carriers make for a very surprisingly cheap round trip, which is, to say the least, very fortunate. Anyways, enough said, other than best wishes and an invitation to enjoy these photographs.

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