My usual stomping ground is Asia, maybe having lived there I feel an infinity with its culture and beauty so when I visited Melbourne recently, I felt I had landed in a foreign place! The cold wet weather was a change and a challenge from the warm humidity I am used to. But on the first day exploring the city I came across an unexpected Korean Festival; the first of its kind in Melbourne. Men, women and children dressed in Korean national clothing – beautiful bright colours to brighten up a dreary day – the perfect light for photographing people.
Melbourne is well known for its thriving art scene. Galleries and museums line the obvious and not so obvious footpaths. Contemporary work, indigenous art and Australian impressionism fill art spaces, while the cafe cluttered lane-ways show off impressive graffiti artists who bring life to the bland brick walls. And one of the best aspects – it’s all within half an hour’s walking distance.
The main hub of Melbourne is situated around Flinders Street Station, iconic for its Edwardian architecture. Built in September 1854 it has been carefully preserved and today people still rely on the old analogue clocks for train times. At anytime, day or night people can be seen congregating around its bustling entrance.
Melbourne’s Trams – zigzagging across the city area are a fantastic way to get around. The City Circle tram is complimentary and you can hop on and off whilst listening to the running commentary about each attraction available at its many stops. There are two of these lovely old trams each heading in the opposite direction.
The colourful beach huts of Brighton Beach remind me of my childhood spent at Bexhill-on-Sea, England – little houses lined up on the beach, full of buckets and spades, the promise of summer and hidden treats.
And just along from Brighton Beach you’ll find St Kilda’s Pier. Here you can see Melbourne City’s skyline – quite something at night, reflecting in the waters of Port Phillip. Does Asia still win me over? Yes, but I have to say Melbourne has personality and it’s certainly worth another visit.
It’s easy to miss scenery in your own ‘backyard’ – Lancelin Sand Dunes lie an hour’s drive north from my home town in Western Australia. I finally made time to visit the 2km long sand dune valley this past weekend. With sand-boarders, four wheel drives and motorbikes screaming over the dunes it was tricky finding a quiet spot – but I spotted a single cloud over some dead shrub……..
And some four wheels drive tracks…….
Another quiet spot ….. and some rolling dunes with a backdrop of blue skies – wonderful!
Some contours and ripples of warm sand – good for the wide angle lens – but not good for changing lenses where there are zillions of tiny particles of sneaky sand searching for a warm sensor!
People! I always love people in my images; however small and faraway they add a sense of scale that help tell a story.
Just as the sun sets a lone figure appeared on top of a dune! He stood still momentarily – just long enough to photograph him, then walked away. I think I’ll be returning in the not too distant future….
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Burma is steeped in Theravada Buddhism, the Burmese live and sleep their belief system and it is evident everywhere you go. In Bagan (Pagan) I was stunned into silence (which is quite rare for me!) when I looked out from temple steps to witness a vista of over 4,000 temples – it is literally a breathtaking sight – pagoda spires dot the landscape as far as the eye can see. The mind can only marvel at the workmanship involved in building the temples between the 11th and 13th Centuries. I bet many a calloused hand took part in the hard labour. In each of the temples there is a seated Buddha for worshipers to pay their respects. Though only statues, the figures emanated peace and strangely seemed to nourish the soul.
At sunrise, hot air balloons emerge through the trees and float across the plain – every few minutes the quietness is interrupted by a whoosh as the flames keep the vessel afloat. They float so close to the temples you can almost talk to the people inside!
Every night you’ll find candles burning in temples as young and old worship Buddha. The whole base of the stupa is often surrounded by burning candles lighting up the darkness as the sun goes down.
Famously known as the Long Necked women, the Padaung Tribe are from the Kayah state, also known as the Karen or Karin women. I had a difficult time photographing these beautiful women. In the past the rings were applied purely for customary beliefs – now for an entirely different reason in some areas. Today many younger Padaung women are ferried across the border to Thailand to provide tour groups with photo opportunities. The rings are extremely heavy and at age nine they start wearing 14 rings up until they are old enough to reach the maximum 32 rings! Once on they are never removed – this often causes the collar bone to deform. The women I met were very graceful and welcoming – I asked how it felt to wear the rings and how they lived with them on a daily basis. They smiled humbly and said they were no problem at all – I found that hard to believe though as a full set weights around 10 kilos. In photographing this culture, I felt perhaps I was promoting the use of the rings. I wanted to highlight the reasons behind their exploitation – although this is not always the case depending on where they live and their age.
I keep telling myself my aim is to keep my blog regularly updated with my latest work and travel tales – but somehow it seems to slip down the ‘to do’ list. I am hoping to to push it up : ).
Myanmar (Burma) had been on my bucket list for some time. I have a sneaky feeling I sneaked in just at the right time before it became too popular on the over trodden tourist trail. Myanmar’s people are humble and gracious; they will literally bend over backwards to help you find your way and point you in the right direction. Although some words do get lost in translation and you can end up walking for hours! After ‘listening’ to many pointed fingers along a railway track we finally found the old train that circumnavigates Yangon stopping at 37 stations – it well worth the zigzagging walk. The stations are full of characters that showed as much interest in us and we did in them. A portrait photographer’s dream.
The colourful train stations were a small highlight, when you add the unique iconic Inle Fishermen and the warmth of the Buddhist monks into the mixture things begin to make you wish you had way longer than two weeks to soak up the Burmese culture and landscape.
As a rite of passage, men are supposed to enter into monkhood twice in their lives, once as a novice aged between 10 and 20, and once as a fully ordained monk any time after their 20th birthday. In line with the Buddhist philosophy of removal of desire for materialism and want, everything a monks owns or consumes is supposed to be donated by the lay community. A life very different to how we are raised in western society.
These are just a few images I wanted to share to get the ball rolling. I will be adding more soon.
New to WordPress and blogging – here is my first post and a few images from my website to get things rolling. Just a little about me: I have been involved in the challenging art of photography for around twenty years now; sometimes I feel I am mastering the medium and other times – well – I feel a little like a fish trying to return to the tide – there is always a new aspect or theme that will make me question how I am photographing. Clever and artful photography make this art form appear easy but once behind the lens there are so many elements that have to come together to make an image stand out and connect with the viewer. With so many powerful images and talented photographers to be inspired by, photography humbles and focuses me. So here are my ramblings, images and experiences from my travels. : )