Fragments

Pounded by wild seas, cast upon rocks, and pushed high by storms, coves around Bass Point fill with shells. Some are whole, but most are fragments. Pieces are broken, and eroded by successive tides, revealing the patterns and structures of different species living by the sea.

An arabesque swirl catches my eye, as does the disk with a spiral, that differs from circles shining, unbreakable structures inside a barnacle, or wings remaining, and the surprise of a branch with leaves attached dried in the sun.

Every fragment, a memory of a past life or being. Each piece and pattern reminds me of my own existence, and the structures that shape my mind and spirit.

Jan 2016 BassPoint 045F1 Fomapan100 Xtol(1.3)+paRodinal(1.160) 7

Arabesque fragment

Jan 2016 BassPoint 045F1 Fomapan100 Xtol(1.3)+paRodinal(1.160) 11

Disk

Jan 2016 BassPoint 045F1 Fomapan100 Xtol(1.3)+paRodinal(1.160) 10

Inner circle

Jan 2016 ShellFragments 045F1 Fomapan100 Xtol(1.3)+paRodinal(1.160) 1

Unbreakable

Jan 2016 ShellFragments 045F1 Fomapan100 Xtol(1.3)+paRodinal(1.160) 3

Wings

Jan 2016 ShellFragments 045F1 Fomapan100 Xtol(1.3)+paRodinal(1.160) 4

Branch

All photos taken using a Chamonix 045F1, with Rodenstock Ysaron 75mm lens, on Fomapan 100 film, and developed in a mix of Xtol(1.3)+paRodinal(1.160).

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Mayday

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Year in, and year out, boats sit at their moorings, rising and falling, or turning with each change of the tide, on the Myall River at Teagardens.

Dec 2015 Teagardens 045F1 Fomapan100 Xtol(1.3)+paRodinal(1.160) 8 Moorings

Pelicans perch on poles, parade on the broken dock, and across the river boats seem more likely to be boarded by seagulls than their owners.

Dec 2015 Teagardens 045F1 Fomapan100 Xtol(1.3)+paRodinal(1.160) 5 Perches for pelicans

Near the police station a tumble down houseboat that could claim to be the local Post Office floats alongside a dock. Sea mail goes very slowly these days, especially if you are expecting a delivery from Mayday Rd.

Dec 2015 Teagardens 045F1 Fomapan100 Xtol(1.3)+paRodinal(1.160) 6 Mayday Rd

Along the waterfront, towards the Singing Bridge, craft that are used more frequently are tethered. In their midst is the old boat shed that now serves as a cafe. The years pass by, and life is measured as much by tides as by coffee spoons.

Dec 2015 Teagardens 045F1 Fomapan100 Xtol(1.3)+paRodinal(1.160) 9 Towards the Singing Bridge

Over  the last three years…

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Shells

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Dec 2015 MonumentBeach 045F1 Fomapan100 Xtol(1.3)+paRodinal(1.160) 10 Shell on black

Dec 2015 MonumentBeach 045F1 Fomapan100 Xtol(1.3)+paRodinal(1.160) 13 Core

Dec 2015 MonumentBeach 045F1 Fomapan100 Xtol(1.3)+paRodinal(1.160) 11 Spiral

All photos taken with Chamonix 045F1, Rodenstock Ysaron 75mm and Apo-Sironar-S 150mm lenses, on Fomapan 100 film, and developed in a mix of Xtol(1.3)+paRodinal(1.160).

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Homage to J. Alfred Prufrock

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“I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas” – TS Eliot

Walking the shoreline at low tide, crab claws abandoned near a child’s sandcastle remind me of J. Alfred Prufrock. It pains me to see broken claws discarded on a beach when these could be scuttling across the ocean floor.

Dec 2015 The Farm 045F1 Fomapan100 Xtol(1.3)+paRodinal(1.160) 2 (1) Homage to J. Alfred Prufrock

As I grow older, I identify more strongly with J. Alfred Prufock. These days I would rather stroll the beach with pants rolled, and know if mermaids or sirens call from across the waves it is not for me. I am no Odysseus tied to a masthead, or adventurer, but more often than not feel that human voices and illness drowned my dreams.

When I look back, there is the shyness of youth hidden limpet like behind a hard shell. Longing always to be hip, cool, and…

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Spring turns to summer

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Indolence tracks its weary feet into long hot languid days to find its natural repose in the shade.

Flowers shrivel, and bush undergrowth starts to dry after a few scorching days. Moisture quickly disappears, and if the heat continues, soon the forest will look parched.

Summer means spring days spent looking for wildflowers have come to an end. Soon it will be hot almost every day, and the risk of fires, makes it too dangerous to stray far into the bush.

Nov 2015 Bugong 045F1 Shanghai100 Xtol(1.3)+paRodinal(1.160) 2 Spring turns to summer

As spring turns to summer, I visit a favourite tree on the Bugong plateau, which seems to stands at a portal not just to the wilderness, but other times and places.

I look forward to cooler months to spend a few moments here again under the arch looking yonder .

Nov 2015 Bugong 045F1 Shanghai100 Xtol(1.3)+paRodinal(1.160) 1 Arched

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Queensland

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Queenslanders have always seemed a little different. There is Queensland, and then there is the rest of Australia.

I remember visiting in the early 1980’s and being in a bank. When the teller rang my branch in Victoria, and started by saying, “Good morning, this is Queensland calling!”

On the rugby field their state team still has only one battle cry and it is “Queenslander.”

Queensland has always been a land of milk and honey, a paradise of winter crops, sugar cane, rum and cattle. A place where women can be women, and men are men. Even their unique style of houses built on high stumps are called Queenslanders. Houses are mostly freshly painted, churches full on Sundays, governments conservative, and sin confined to the Gold Coast.

Of course I was completely suspect and tarred as a Mexican from south of the border. My car had Victorian number plates, it…

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Love

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‘Cause how many times can you wake up in this comic book and plant flowers? – Rodriguez

Flowers have their own personalities. Whenever I chance upon fuchsia heath I am reminded of a ballet, and see a chorus line of bells dancing along a twig.

Nov 2015 Barrengrounds Budanoon 045F1 Shanghai100 Xtol(1.3)+paRodinal(1.160) 4 Fuchsia heath

Daisies always look rather quaint, never out of place, and call out for attention even from close to the ground.

Nov 2015 Barrengrounds Budanoon 045F1 Shanghai100 Xtol(1.3)+paRodinal(1.160) 1 Toothed daisy-bush

The drumstick seems incongruous with its tiny batons and mass of flowers marching across open plateaus.

Nov 2015 MortonNP Budanoon 045F1 Shanghai100 Xtol(1.3)+paRodinal(1.160) 9 Drumstick

Exploding into space, the heath kunzea, is a vision of fireworks and celebration.

Nov 2015 MortonNP Budanoon 045F1 Shanghai100 Xtol(1.3)+paRodinal(1.160) 3 Heath kunzea

Appearing like a crystal, the rush fringe-lily looks lonely, hard and strong.

Nov 2015 MortonNP Budanoon 045F1 Shanghai100 Xtol(1.3)+paRodinal(1.160) 1 Rush fringe-lily

Flowers can evoke powerful sensations, and where there are shadows, happily bring light. With sorrow and mourning,  blooms and buds soften our hearts, and can regenerate our spirits with reminders of faith, hope and love.

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