Archive for the ‘Field Observations’ Category

Mad as Cut Snakes

There is always a simpler way of doing things. Sometimes it ain’t pretty but the further you are from the city, the less it seems to matter. In the “build-up” to the wet season in the Kimberley the days are long, hot and humid. Like the morning after a biggish night it’s kind of OK if you can sit still in the shade. If you have to move about to you know, work, things can get rough fast.

I just spent a couple of days following a survey crew round a mining lease somewhere between Derby and Fitzroy Crossing. At night there’s a choice between sleeping with the aircond yammering away on the wall or propping the window open with literature and fending off the odd six legged bedfellow. I have trouble sleeping with a 2hp fan in my ear.

Bull Catcher Every bloke you talk to to refers to the next bloke as “a mad [insert choice expletive]”. Talk to enough blokes and you quickly find yourself being sucked into a vortex of madness so pervasive that it’s normal. Next thing you know you find yourself under a heavy sky watching some mad [insert choice expletive] butchering a bull carcass with a chainsaw. Suddenly you go home.

6012.55 km

Most of the photos I’ve taken whilst pedalling my way round Perth this year have been of utes parked in cycle lanes and paths. A few have been of cars. I thought it might be nice to stop at my 6000th kilometre for 2010 and see what else I could come up with.

Last Muster at Park Farm

My folks have lived at Park Farm for the best part of 50 years. We spent a couple of days there to be a part of their last shearing before they move; they sold the farm just over a week ago. This photo is from the last muster of woolly wethers after the shearers knocked off yesterday afternoon. Mini photo essay imminent – stay tuned.
Park Farm Bridgetown Shearing 2010

Third dawn shoot this week

Means occasionally having doubts re. one’s career choice. Being up at 4am for the weather check (all clear today), on the road at 4:30 isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
Upside is eating out for brekky twice this week, today we’re at Sayers in Leederville. Yum.
The "F" word at Sayers, LeedervilleSayers mono iphone plastic bullet

Museums of Rural Tasmania

We went to Tasmania not so long ago. Tasmania has a justifiably good reputation for it’s wilderness, well for the bits they’re not busy chopping down. Rocky gorges, remote windswept mountain tops, the outdoors in it’s untamed, chaotic and breathtaking glory. You’ve already seen those pictures though.
What has been overlooked in the years since the Leyland Brothers scurried hither and yon across this wide brown land are the interior spaces of Tasmania particularly those dedicated to yesteryear.
Museum is not a big word. Not as big as Heritage Centre. The difference surely lies in whether or not one’s institution can afford a conservator or not. Or perhaps a curator. Heritage Centres may be better off without them – I mean would you see shelves of quietly dessicating apples or a pair of shoes with a toe cut off in a museum?

Apple Museum, Huonville

Beaconsfield Mine and Heritage Centre

Remember the misty morning we had a couple of weeks ago?

Mist in Perth is pretty rare. I think it’s been two years since we had one of these days. The stillness and the diffuse light are un-Perthlike, for a few hours it feels like living in another country