Saturday morning in Leichhardt.

19 May 2012

I love the photography workshop I’m taking, but getting up at 5am every Saturday is killing me. This week we went to Leichhardt and while I got a photo or two that I was happy with, I wasn’t feeling it quite like I did last week. One thing I’ve noticed is that, sadly, people just seem more interesting with a cigarette. Whether it’s the expression they make, the way the smoke curls around their fingers, the fact that it gives them something to do with their hands – I don’t really know. It doesn’t make me want to smoke (why I ever smoked, I have no fricken clue other than I was an idiot). It just makes me want to take photos of smokers.

Next week is the last class and I’m both happy and sad. Happy that I’ll be able to sleep in (and hopefully stop taking three hour naps from 1–4 on Saturdays) and sad that I won’t be hanging out with a really nice group of people doing the thing I love most. After next week, it’ll be up to me to get out there and keep going with this.

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Finding my work.

13 May 2012

I haven’t written at all about the Magnum Workshop I went to in Fremantle in March. I was meaning to, but then Lucy got sick and there was a ginormous issue at work and life just seemed to derail for awhile. For the first two weeks after I got back I didn’t pick up a [...]

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Prognosis unknown.

31 March 2012

She’s home. The diagnosis is not cancer, though that still lurks in the background as a potential “underlying condition”. It was pneumonia. Aspiration pneumonia. A complication brought on by a polyneuropathy, perhaps myasthenia gravis. Antibiotics to fight the pneumonia, then it will be on to deal with the neurological condition. It is so hard to see [...]

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Odds aren’t good.

29 March 2012

I’m sitting here, waiting for the phone to ring. Waiting for the vet to call. I realise that I’m rocking back and forth as I cry. The house feels so quiet and empty, despite the sounds of the neighbours putting away their silverware, playing the piano. I’m cold. Is it cold outside? I check. Mmm, not really. [...]

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Donovan Wylie on the Maze Series & his influences

25 March 2012

“Between 2002 and 2003 Donovan Wylie spent almost a hundred days photographing inside the Maze prison. Through its history of protests, hunger strikes and escapes, this prison, holding both republican and loyalist prisoners, became synonymous with the Northern Ireland conflict. After the Belfast peace agreement in 1998, inmates were gradually released, but the Maze remained [...]

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