Ah, Summer – you’ve arrived without fanfare or warm-up act. Let’s hope you stick around for a while…
A day in the life: Pt.24
And so my little experiment concluded in Williamstown, at the very end of a dark jetty, listening to the fishermen to my right maintain a warm banter to combat the cold air, while the lights of the city shone across the bay.
What a day! I’d tracked north, south, east, and west of the city, and shot a much wider range of subjects than I had anticipated, all with one lens, one camera, and 24 exposures. I’d like to think I’ll carry away something of the importance of actually valuing every single frame, making every shot count. Time will tell on that front.
(Oh, and the more astute viewers might notice that shot #23 is conspicuously absent – entirely my fault, and an accident where I pressed reject rather than save. Next time I will be more careful!)
A day in the life: Pt.21
06:37:53pm. Yarra Boulevard.
I was on my way out to the airport to collect Sharon, with one of those awkward amounts of time – too early to go and park at the airport, too late to go too far out of the way. Then I remembered this spot. I like to think that the plane in the centre of the frame was Sharon’s, almost home…
This is it; the end of another 365 project. Today’s image is a very deliberate choice, for a simple reason. Looking back at my work from 12 months ago (and earlier), I’m inclined to believe that this image simply wouldn’t have existed before this project.
I wouldn’t have seen the shot in my mind before I saw it through my viewfinder.
I wouldn’t have anticipated the image within the surrounding context, waiting for the elements to arrange themselves before releasing the shutter. And even if I had anticipated the shot, I probably wouldn’t have taken it; I wouldn’t have had the courage to take a photo, in a public environment, of people I didn’t know.
I wasn’t that type of photographer.
If I think about the last 12 months, and my development over these 365 images, that’s what stands out to me: a growth in mindset, patience, and my own quiet confidence in my practice. Technically, I’m not sure I have developed so much, beyond the standard development that one would anticipate would result from such frequent opportunity to practise and refine a skill. I knew about aperture and shutter speed and creative exposure prior to the project, and I still know about it now. Where I do feel I have developed, though, is in the aesthetic aspects – I feel a little more inclined to experiment with the technical elements, to forgo the technical perfection I used to seek, and focus more on the mood, the story, the possibilities of a powerful urban scene (note I’m seeking, not necessarily attaining, this). I have gained a little more experience with tracking objects (usually large noisy ones like trams!), and although my wife still puts my skills to shame in this regard, it’s all valuable learning.
And maybe I’ve learnt a little more about Melbourne over the last 12 months too. I’ve seen some parts of it that I wouldn’t have, if I didn’t have an Olympus of one type or another hanging around my neck. I’ve particularly enjoyed the last little section, where I’ve explored Melbourne ‘Icons’, along with Sharon, and I think that’s as much from the perspective of enjoying the process of working with her as seeing more of the city. We’ve had something of a ‘hit list’ of shots, and that’s been engaging and interesting. I’ve enjoyed the challenge of finding the essence of the place, and I think that process of trying to communicate it has meant I’ve needed to actually identify it first. I’ve taken plenty of photos of Melbourne Central, for example, but taking it out of the background and making it the central concern required a degree of thought and challenge that was ultimately a great learning experience. Perhaps that’s been the same for the city as a whole – in my mind I’ve moved Melbourne away from being a backdrop that I shot against, to a place I actually felt I knew. It feels more familiar now, and not just the landmarks and icons, but also the line of trees alongside the railway tracks around the corner from my work, that seem to be slowly swallowing the street signs that rest lazily against them. And the uneven footpaths in the laneways of my suburb, which have reflected everything from golden sunlight to grey rain and hail across this year of documentation. Melbourne is all of this, and it’s trams, and it’s glossy buildings, and it’s stations, and people, and lights, and sounds, and dancing, and so much more to see and do and hear and feel. It’s great, and I really like it here.
In terms of this blog, I’m not sure what happens next. Last time I finished, I intended to have a day off, and then get right back into posting. I had the day, and then a lot longer, and my work meandered, not always productively, and then fell in danger of meandering all the way to oblivion. This time, I feel ready to keep posting. Keep sharing. Keep seeing. I’m not tired of making pictures this time around. Instead, I’m excited. There’s more I’d like to see. The city is seductive in this regard – there’s always colour, movement, stories, relationships, all unfolding just out of the corner of one’s vision. I want to keep chasing those corners.
Maybe you’ll check in here again tomorrow, and maybe I’ll have something new to show you when you do…
There are other cities with trams, for sure. There are other tram networks. But this one is ours. Oh, and it also happens to be the longest in the world. The world… All through the city you can hear them, clattering along all day and most of the night. They are as much a part of Melbourne as, well, the other 15 icons that have featured in the latter part of this project.
(Sharon’s slightly older model tram is on her blog here.)
We followed the gentle curve of the road, seduced by the sound of the crickets, calling us to this gentle hill, where we watched the sun sink, echoed in glass and steel at the end of another warm summer day.
Wouldn’t we all like to spend a little time in Chuckle Park, laughing under the flickering lights of the mason jars threaded above?
… animal ears are strictly optional, of course…
I spotted this location early in the morning, when the mist was lingering at the top of the buildings, not quite ready to release its grip on the city.
By the time I returned that evening, it was long gone, and the sky was sharp and clear. But the buildings still remained, keeping watch over the changing colours, winds, and people that make up this city…