It was only a week that I got to spend in my old favourite ‘home away from home’ of Melbourne, but that was enough to keep my sensors wide open, have the camera ready and snap away whatever caught my mind’s eye.
For the first time in 2 years since I left Melbourne, my ‘home away from home’, I was back for a quality time with my friends. But first, I had a stop-over in Sydney. Just a day in the office with colleagues there, then a night in a room with a view.
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So here I go. November photos part 1. Oh, the photo above is my friend’s dog Gorda. She is a little busy right now… almost reaching the tennis ball under my car.
If you know from the time I was still living in Osaka you would know that I love the open terrace cafe’s outside of town’s hustle and bustle. I used to drive that pretty French blue Mazda Roadster, with some girl with long hair in the passenger seat when I’m lucky, to a promise of soft bossa nova and good coffee. I haven’t bought a sport car that makes me want to drive every weekend just yet, but I found a place I’d like to keep going back to. As much as I’d like to keep it a secret of me and some lovely girl I convince to come for a ride with me, in this day and age of the internet nothing is spared anyway… so here it goes.
When I got there, it had just opened and was still deserted, with only one other group occupying a table. Sun was strong, breeze gentle, no sound of cars. And I found this after making one wrong turn. I really should consider never installing a navigation system in my car! The place was being set up for a wedding function – first for their business – that afternoon. I was allowed to take some photographs of the place, so with the only standard lens I had attached to my camera, I clipped a few shots. They said I’m welcome to come back any time to photograph more, perhaps when the wedding function is on, they even offered! I definitely intend to take up on that offer.
10 Bushmans Way
South Morang 3752
Leave the Ring Road at Plenty Road, drive up north (towards Mill Park / South Morang). Turn right into a residential area before reaching the Gorge Park… If you make the right ‘wrong turn’ like I did, you’ll find it there, at the end of the road where the rows of houses end.
See you there for a weekend lunch. Oh, if you have a MX-5 or the old ’69/’70 Alfa Romeo GTV that you could lend me (cannot afford one myself!), please message me!!
Oh, and the ladies out there, you know how to reach me 😉
I opened my eyes to a dimly lit room. I must have slept with the curtain open. The clock shows 6:30am. Odd. It feels like I’d overslept. Ah, that’s right, I’d moved the clock back by an hour last night. Summer is officially over. Out of bed, pulling on the jeans and red sweat shirt, I come to fridge. Nothing in there draws me in. Nobody to talk to on Skype. I type a long email.
Flipping through my notes, I come across names. Martin Parr – I put a star symbol on my note a year ago when that name was mentioned, and again I did a few weeks ago. About time I knew a bit more about this famous photographer. Google it, and links take me to The Sartorialist blog and the video below. It reminds me of what I should be doing on Sunday morning. Take that heavy glass off and put on the small wide angle that I bought while working in a small Camera store in downtown Osaka 20 years ago.
You know how this feels, if you like being on the street: “It’s almost like going out there and letting yourself fall in love a little bit every day, and letting yourself be seduced a little bit every day…”
Some days you don’t feel so much in love. You don’t find her seductive, and you don’t find her charming. But if you keep going back to her, different time, different weather, different mood, different beat in our foot steps, I am sure, you will find it again, and fall in love again.
So I’m going out there again, as discouraging as it is sometimes to come home with not a single shot made, but in order to feel that power of seduction. But first let’s get this printing and conceptual work out of the way…
Last weekend, I visited Sydney. I had been to the city only once before. And that was a long time ago. Re-tracing the tracks, and trying to remember the feelings that went through me back them, I walked on the street of the unfamiliar city. The sky was blue, the ocean was almost as blue. It was a beautiful weekend.
Check out the rest of the photos on Flickr. I would also love to hear your comments.
I left home early in the morning to drive east, before getting into Tom’s car to Warburton and its Rainforest Gallery. By the time we parked the car in the town of Warburton, I was starving. But seeing the light is still nice and soft in the morning hour, we decided to have a coffee rather than a full breakfast. And we found this little place… Continue reading “Warburton”