Big Sound

Brisbane is a small city.

Simple as that. On the scale of most things calculating a city size it's tipping the Libra scales like a thunder stone to the small side.
This is not a bad thing though, and I'm not saying that in the position of a man that defends his small willy by arguing that, 'it's how you use it'... I'll leave that to the small willies to defend.

Brisbane has more to offer then you can fit on your A3 calendar laying uselessly on your desktop. Like most places in the world, you have to find it, or be the person that gets found, then there is not a night to rest, a day to waste or a size to defend.

BIG SOUND was on for 2 nights, 70 bands, which means a lot of music for those that excelled in all areas non mathematical.
The one 'Moses' moment I had of realisation that night.... hang on a sec spell check has underlined REALISATION for me, it wants me to put a Z.... realization that night was, I am glad I don't have a boss breathing down my neck with his coffee stained teeth and unhappy butt cheeks that spend their days pressed between a cheap leather chair and his testicles. Nope. No one to stupidly say, 'get "that" shot that shows the artist singing in front of the microphone from a 45 degree angle below him/her because viewers of the papers didn't already know that people were singing at a music festival. Into microphones.

The people who always hook me up at music festivals think outside the cardboard and I'm grateful I can take photographs for them. Thank you for not talking to close to me with your coffee carbon dioxide.













A toy truck... has nothing to do with this blog entry.

I remember watching imagery flashing on a television and audio muffling out of speakers because they were turned up so loud that each decibel was fighting to get out of those little holes at the same hand of the clock. The reason I had it up so loud was to feel like I was part of the action... the man speaking the words that were along the lines of, 'every great nation...' blah blah rise and fall like Niagara. I think the idea was about nations growing to a scale of Babylon and crumbling like the pie that came out of your mum's oven and hit the ground.... I just lost my express train of thought because of some drums and guitars making noise next to me....

           back to it.

The link I'm evidently going to make is that like nations, so goes the life of an 'idea'.

I started an idea with my friend called 'The Walking Man' A series of blog entries that followed photographs of this guy in different locations with different objects. It was up to the eye balls of others to connect with their fingers and write a story corresponding with the images. The best story was to win a free wedding shoot for their good selves or a friend indeed. Originally it was going to be 8 entries to complete a full story.. here is the twist....

We're over the walking man so we're letting it go early.
The comp now is to pick one entry (look in the past) and write something about that entry to win.

You have 7 days to do this then it closes. Here is a hint, no one has written anything yet so there is a good chance you will win.

info@walkingfish.com.au

Rest in peace walking idea.


A photograph

When you combine a camera, 3 clowns, sand, water, salt and some ocean ripples. You get some photographs of a beach setting. It's not biological science, but it's unpredictable non-the-less. 4 shots. A sleep water walker, a stretch, an air and between sets.







Antiques

So I was having a verbal exchange with this beautiful girl about the past and future. The usual circumstances for this type of conversation to spring to life would be, lying on a mouldy mattress under the specks of light in the charcoal sky with a block of cad berry, a camp fire, a tent for two, and some tunes from the iPod....'gonna fly to the moon and back if you'll be....'

Not to get specific.... but this particular time was over Skype at 5am in the morning.

Back to the wooden point.

This sparked a little thought about some photographs I did with a couple of friends in an antique shop and the thought was, 'why do we put a triple digit price tag so easily on 'old' items, as well as the meaningful value?

Sadly this blog text will not come to any conclusions, but provoke thought about it for maybe 10 seconds of your life...or more.

I like the 'thought' of buying a kettle from some old woman who had a husband that used it to make a hot green tea in the trenches during the war of the 1930s and 40s. The tea won't directly taste better, but it will make the cup of hot water a little more meaningful, instead of throwing down some boiled fluid from an LG kettle.





Short

Whilst shooting a short film the other night the temptation to take a couple of clicks won over the strict thought beforehand of 'don't take any photographs, concentrate on the film'.

Can't help it.





Splendour In The Grass

Picture this,

Grab a silver tea spoon of dust, the horse trampled type, lift it to your mouth... turn to your friend whilst their screaming at the beats dropped by the Kaiser Chiefs, deep breath, and blow!

Welcome to Splendour.

Whilst dust was a permanent resident in our mouths, it was but one element of the most incredible festival that made it what it was. Summer lens flare, winter fires all night and the constant sound of music. Take it away Julie Andrews...

For those that have not seen the line-up it stretched the pizza dough from The Jezabels to Kanye West to the pineapple of Blue Juice, through the eyelid of Gotye, Guineafowl, Cold Play, Kelle, the Mars Volta, Thievery Corporation, and the christmas wish list goes on.

One of my favourite moments was standing with my mate in the limbs of hundreds watching The Middle East and a girl in front of us was riding the dust cloud. She turns to us and smiles, we return the warmth and she says in the vocals of an Australian girl, 'you guys are like statues'. My friend politely replies pointing to the stage, 'yeah the music is up there, we're trying to watch the show'. She looks like she got a lolly pop slap to her face and defensively says, 'I'm just trying to be social'.

I'm all for socialising especially when trying to scream over Cut Copies ear blowing vibrations. Always the best timing to have a chat.

Whilst I would like to share every experience I had with you all, it would simply be too many photographs and too many shapes, which are letters and letters which make words and words that are separated by space to create a form of communication. So here are a few clicks.




















Home

Traveling is like nothing else in life. You can go as far to say it's like a box of chocolates or that sort of jazz but I don't think that cuts it. I recently returned home from Indo, which was incredible, but like many trips you come home with little plastic memory cards full of images that need to be sorted. The hardest part is taking numerous shots of the same thing, except in one frame a hand is lifted slightly higher into the air then the others which creates a different meaning altogether. You tell me which one should get the apple bin and which one gets to keep its data stacked neatly together to create a visual photograph.

For now the Indo stuff will wait a little longer on the green mile and instead this moment was the afternoon of my return. I rolled on four wheels down to Byron to see my brothers from different paired lovers and stood on the beach trying to adjust to the cold. After a quick moment I had to come to terms with the fact that they were to far away to know which clowns they were, compared to neighbouring paddlers. I saw these two fishermen doing their thing whilst a vortex above them opened up.

This was for some reason a very nice moment to me.


A Lesson on Picking Her Up (the camera that is)

It's happened to all of us at some peculiar moment, you stand there in another country or foreign place, sometimes two streets from your usual familiarity or perhaps whilst your waiting for the super fast council workers to clear the road ahead, so you can follow the dirt track a little further. During these circumstances it is possible that you see something that your Yin mind says grab the camera and take a shot and your Yang screams, ' are you kidding it means you have to unbuckle the seat belt, open the car door, wiz pop the boot open, unzip the camera bag, take it out of its nest, climb back in the car, take the cap off the camera, wind down the passenger window, change the settings to match the subject, and then take the photo'.

Not to mention, what if the council workers are fast for once and the traffic starts to move, how angry will the guy driving the red Audi behind you get, because you're holding him up and his mind starts thinking, 'that camera clown is costing me a whole two second, which I don't have'. Tooot! goes the red engine like a kids program where the cars talk to each other.

I listened to the Yin side and grabbed her and took this little shot. After all that thought with mr. Yang the council workers were their usual slow, the kids program didn't happen, and I got the shot in a total of about 5 wooden clock seconds. Although the shot doesn't show the wind blowing through the grass or the feeling of the cold winter breeze whipping through windows. The lesson I learnt was to take the photograph. Then have fun mind arguing with your Yang half.




The Walking Man (Part iii)

For the folk just tuning in, read the whole thing to know the details of the comp. Otherwise the rest know what to do. Enjoy the clicks and story making.

The walking man began as a project which consisted of a series of photographs showing a story, a story which is written by the viewers. Today is the next part of the story but with a competition and a winner.

The winner will have themselves a wedding photography gift voucher worth $2500 to use on their own wedding or a friends etc. The voucher includes an entire day, from the brides waking blink to jumping back into the pillows at the end of the night and 10 free photographs on disk. If they want more then 10 it will come from their cotton pockets as well as albums.... but they don't have to if they're happy with 10 clicks from their wedding.

This does not include travel costs, eg big metal jets...

So the way it works, look back to the entries of April 11th and 4th of July titled 'the story' & Walking Man this will be the starting point for you to write. There will be a total of 8 entries (this being the third) to which you (the viewer) needs to write a story too. Sense of time is up to you, whether one flows to the next or there is a gap of months in between, your call. Send your entries each time a new section of the story is blogged.

info@walkingfish.com.au

The other option is you wait until the 8th entry and then you will have 1 week to enter the whole Bastian Balthazar Bux...the never ending STORY.

It's pretty simple but like many things in life it can be over thought so just flick an email to me and I'll fire up a response.

Now write.


















The Walking Man (Part ii) competition for readers

The walking man began as a project which consisted of a series of photographs showing a story, a story which is written by the viewers. Today is the next part of the story but with a competition and a winner.

The winner will have themselves a wedding photography gift voucher worth $2500 to use on their own wedding or a friends etc. The voucher includes an entire day, from the brides waking blink to jumping back into the pillows at the end of the night and 10 free photographs on disk. If they want more then 10 it will come from their cotton pockets as well as albums.... but they don't have to if they're happy with 10 clicks from their wedding.

This does not include travel costs, eg big metal jets...

So the way it works, look back to the entry of April 11th titled 'the story' this will be the starting point for you to write. There will be a total of 8 entries (this being the second) to which you (the viewer) needs to write a story too. Sense of time is up to you, whether one flows to the next or there is a gap of months in between, your call. Send your entries each time a new section of the story is blogged.

info@walkingfish.com.au

The other option is you wait until the 8th entry and then you will have 1 week to enter the whole Bastian Balthazar Bux...the never ending STORY.

It's pretty simple but like many things in life it can be over thought so just flick an email to me and I'll fire up a response.

Now that's out of the way get the brain vibrating on part ii of the walking man continues.




















Don't Trip or Miss a Trick

A window is half down, usually the driver's side, most of the old cars don't have electric windows and when you think about leaning over to spin down the passenger glass you unknowingly drift over to the other persons lane. If you're lucky there is no one, if your.... lucky again and want a laugh, you will get some guy buzzing his top gear horn, who is freaking out because you almost swerved into his shiny rims and his V8 turbines... That's about as car talk as I can get.

This however is only the setting for this observation. The familiar highway stretch along the north of Byron was one that I used to spin my wheels along on a sunset basis. It's a wicked stretch of tracks as it cuts through all sorts of country jazz from hills and sugar cane fields to glimpses of the East-coast oceans to little German looking huts which were bird whistling quiet, until the highway truck route got directed their way and their Jägermeister porch offered no further serenity.

I've travelled hear in the clock hours of the early mornings where the music and empty roads send you off into a thoughtful pattern of ridiculous ideas. One spot I always passed was this tall, man-created hill. I always thought the views up there would stretch from Nania to Las Vegas. The only question was, what to shoot up there? I never came up with a clear idea, but as we established, when you tell a friend of the location it takes one moment to grab a prop - jump in the old wheels - swerve up the highway past the shiny rims - pull over - jump over a koala built bent high fence - dodge spiders in the almost dark shrubs - reach the summit - and be absolutely on edge for the next 20minutes (both figuratively and literally).

It's not a comfortable feeling having one of your best curly headed mates sitting at the edge of a death drop, but once your done and you both stand up top looking out to the wardrobe... it's a fucking good feeling.

Now it's dark, back through the spiders, koala fences......









Sydney (with a little coin-flip)


If I said this toaster costs $29
that one is $59
and that metal guy is $99
Which one would you go for?

A conversation the other day resulted in the belief that most would go for the middle price. It's not the worst and it's not the most expensive.
A photographer $1800
or $2500
or $6000

Assumptions would say $6000 will give you the most and the best photographs whilst $1800 is not experienced and just bought the thing. Not at all would we think that the person shooting for $1800 has a mansion and a happy life and is one of the best in their fields and just wants to offer his skills to the not so wealthy...... haha preaching or what.
I'm not saying I drive a Porsche and have a butler like Mr. Sheffield from 'the nanny named Fran', but I certainly feel like I sometimes miss out on jobs because I don't quote enough and I get slotted into the lower end, therefore must not be as experienced or cannot offer as good a service as the others. Just a thought. I would have bought the $59 toaster.

Now that the mind dance is over I have been in Sydney for a few days +1 because of our good friend getting angry in Chile and sending his ash this way. Walking the streets is always fun here, because you become rather observant, so much so that you look back on some photographs and think, 'what exactly did I think was interesting enough to take that shot?'
I often find myself photographing things in Sydney that have stories attached to them. An entanglement of shoes around an electricity wire at some point had one, if not multiple, stories attached. Why did they throw them there, did they have another pair of shoes in a bag, were they sad when they threw them or had one-to-many bottles of our good friend alcohol. The possibilities are endless, that's why I enjoy it so much.



















The Friendship....Friend - Ship



There are a lot of books out there with the title 'love' or 'friendship' or 'laughter'. They contain cute little images of a young boy licking a girls ice cream whilst we realise she is letting him have some of hers because his choc-chip scoop is melting on the sidewalk. Possibly you will see a photo of two people who have been around for many seasons with wrinkly wise old skin having a laugh or having a little teethes smooch.

I love these, I hope I am smooching at 92years old and laughing wheezes of air from my tired old lungs.

I do however believe that there are many more things that get missed in theses types of books. Take for example the 'Walking Man' story. Although we planned to do the second sequence of the story, the rain and wind had it's only little thought pattern. Unfortunately water and cameras are not the best mix, unless you have housing for it. So in this circumstance what does a friend do? Grabs a towel, sits in the passenger seat and commands 'drive'. After 10 minutes and a failed attempt at chasing birds we find a field. A muddy, uninhabited, bacteria infested field.
'Brother jump out in the cold rain and run around in the field for a bit the backdrop looks awesome!'. After a moment of laughter my friend realises I am serious. He jumps out as I sit in the car with my big lens pointed his way and follows my instructions. As a friend and a sign of friendship he goes all out, throwing himself horizontal into the air and landing face first into the mud fest. In all the hustle, he stumbles across an old bicycle and attempts to go back to his childhood of pavements and ice creams.


That's a photo shoot for a friendship book.




















Weather Station

The weather station is something all human beings love to tune into. That is their own station whilst they broadcast it to another breathing animal when conversation gets stuck. other times it's just because we like to talk about the things that are in front of us. Cold winds, drops of rain, perfect sunshine. The thing that these all have in common are the category we put them under... weather... for some reason it's the sunshine that we love the most and the rain that we sarcastically say to the post office lady 'awesome day out side' as you drip water onto her freshly stamped counter.
I love the rain, but warm rain, so you can run around getting drenched and kicking up the mud. Cold rain is great to, you shiver to the dog bone and then crawl into the warm knitted blanket your grandma made, during the rain!.... you see now I'm talking about the weather.


Enjoy the click.


Coin-Flip a Street


A human walking in the street with a camera that even looks like they know what they're doing, becomes a target. You are looked upon by others as though you have a hero piece of tabouli in your teeth that wont let go or a bird laid it's eggs on your head and you haven't felt it yet. The difference is people don't look at you with a smirk, they look at you with fear, frustration, and anything negative you can pull out of the magicians hat. Perhaps it is the same people that read the paper every day and hear about everything bad in the world, including anything related to photographers. They assume the worst and you become hated. Pop the camera in your bag and you're another human being, take it out and you're a photographer with bad intensions. By having a camera in hand, you are labelling yourself and you no longer blend in with all the other shirts and trousers. Trying the Coin-Flip concept today resulted in a woman getting so uncomfortable in the side of my camera lens that she covered her face with her hand and very obviously turned away from the camera (she wasn't the subject I was after by the way). This even pushed her to talk to a complete stranger (very dangerous indeed) and nervously mumble 'is he taking a photo of me? Is he taking a photo of you?" (funny that most people assume a photographer is deaf because they have a camera in front of their face). Suddenly the other person who was also NOT the subject of my shot hid behind a pole. In the end 3 people ran for their lives and that one woman who started it all, got up and left... I did get a quick one of her as she walked off.... I'm sure there are many street photographers who experience this all the time, and everyone has different approaches that are best for different reasons. At the end of the day I photograph because an interesting scene or character has been spotted by my two hazel eyeballs and I want to share it, or remember it. For some this is invasion of their space in a public place.
Some shots were just one angle treats.
Coin-flip is starting to get more thought and hopefully down the line some interesting moments will appear.























Coin-Flip a Street

For some when I say 'coins have two sides' they will stop reading at this point and slip into a rabbit hole of incredible awakening. For the others they will read on. I've began a game of two sided street photography.
It's simple.

You take a photograph of someone and then you have to take another photograph of the person from the other side, 180 degrees around. Now whilst this sounds like a simple task, it can be a tactical nightmare. Human's change there mind on a pretty regular basis, combine this with the mentality of busy city strollers, you have an ever changing phenomenon of indecisiveness. This also applies for other elements, such as buildings, lamps and all; the difference is that once you get to the other side of the building your pretty certain it's not going to flips it's face around on you and aim the people inside North. What does come out of it is a keen eye on reflective surfaces and stalking skills. This is the first round, with many more to come. Oh and first round means a lot of losing the game and getting one angle.