Trees

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Trees can be vertiginous reaching straight up to sky, although some have limbs that are twisted and seem to wave instead. There are trees that have bark which is thick and hard, whilst others have thin mottled skins that flakes off. Grass trees on the other hand really have no bark at all.

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June 2014 LC-A Velvia50 TetanalC41 20Trees are usually about us but I bemoan neighbourhoods without them. Those places are like prisons, whereas I can think of nothing better than heading off for a walk through the trees. There is always something worth seeing – oh yeah…and then there is the destination too.

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Taken with Lomo LC-A in and around Morton National on Velvia 50, which was crossprocessed in Tetanal C41 Two Bath Rapid Kit.

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Don’t move!

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Invariably, there is a film that has been sitting in the fridge for a while needing a camera to roll in.

It could be treasured a bit longer, left in that dark trove and not moved, but the world has called. Somehow it seems like the perfect film for pinhole, with its fine grain, high contrast, colour saturation, and even suits a little xpro. So into the Holga WPC a very expired roll of Fujichrome T64 was loaded, then shot.

Although landscape has its challenges, photographing a horse feeding at sunset using a pinhole camera with exposures of around a minute has its own reward. Sure, one can sit patiently in deep contemplation for 14 minutes by a creek in a rainforest waiting for an exposure to run down, but with a horse there is a vicarious thrill. If it is hungry, it will ignore you, and the cable release…

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Winter solstice

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Painfully, I have become occasionally obsessed with mapping the spatial relationship of places to astronomical phenomena. The ephemeris is the perfect device for me. It allows me to determine when, and where, to position myself within a landscape to optimise the necessary impact of celestial events. In my imagination, I search for landmarks and aspects, that might bring me closer to understanding the land, its seasons, and hopes of dreamed journeys to the future from the past.

For the winter solstice, on the eve of our longest night, the heavenly orb set between the outstretched arms of Honeymoon Bay. This lunar cycle began with a rare full moon known as the honeymoon. As the sun dropped beneath the clouds, it seemed there was an elephant to be seen illuminated among them, trumpeting the start of longer days. Who knows, perhaps it is Ganesh to enrich us, or simply an elephant…

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In the late afternoon light

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The Shoalhaven River descends from headwaters in high granite country, wending its way through the deep wilderness sandstone gorges it has cut, before leaving the escarpment to reach its floodplain and the sea. Not far from exiting its lower gorge, the river passes through Coolendel, beneath the Bugong Plateau. Here Bugong Creek joins the main river after descending through dark rainforests. Not far upstream, the Kangaroo River and its Valley of the same name joins the Shoalhaven Gorge – one of only seven totally enclosed valleys in the world.

During the afternoon we had been loitering in the rainforest along Bugong Creek. Above one pool, was a seemingly anthropomorphic old tree, that appeared to have the torso and legs of animal, sitting, waiting, on a rock. Leaving the rainforest for the plateau, Melody and I, reached the outlook above Coolendel not long before sundown. In the rainforest I had seen…

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Bherwerre

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A few weeks ago Melody and I stayed overnight at the Bay of Plenty Lodges, at the tip of the Bherwerre Peninsula in Booderee National Park. From the nearby escarpment, rainfall drains via Tomerong and Wandandian Creeks into St Georges Basin, and then escapes with the tide to the sea through Sussex Inlet at the end of Bherwerre Beach.

The traditional owners of this land, the Yuin people, had names for this place that seem far more enchanting, than postcolonial remembrances of places half a world away. Bherwerrae, the lake, and its nearby beach, mean simply Bay of Plenty, or place with a “lot of fish”. Surrounding the lake, and in the peninsula between it and the sea, are sand dunes, marshes, and woodlands recovering from fires. I suspect that in the darks of summer, when the moon is new, there are plenty of prawns to be caught in the…

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