Some days you’re just along for the ride…
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…
A day in the life: Pt.19
04:00:39pm. Flinders Street Station.
I’ve had this shot in mind for some time, and this exercise gave me the perfect opportunity to implement it… a familiar (some would say iconic) Melbourne location, shot with a longer exposure than is generally the case. The stormy clouds in the frame lived up to their fearsome appearance; by the end of the exposure, it was already starting to rain…
We can waste so much life with flabby words, bloated images, cluttered thoughts. What happens if we strip it all back, remove all that is superfluous? All that remains is the essence of the thing. Everything will have purpose, form, structure.
The tungsten glare of a lamppost. The snaking trail of the car’s lights. The empty car park. There is space in between, where what is not needed has been taken away. This leaves more space for you, to fill with your own meanings. Tell me – what happens next? Can you hear the sharp screaming of the tyres? The roar of the engine? Or is yours a different story?
When we take away what’s not needed, then what is left will be all that we need.
Flinders Street Station is busy… always so busy. Day or night is just the same, a blur of bodies and movement and stories and lives that goes on and on forever. This station has seen it all, and keeps seeing, through darkness, light, rain, fog. This is Flinders Street; this is Melbourne’s heart, and eyes.
(Sharon’s interpretation of Flinders Street Station is on her blog here.)