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Another Bloody Sunset
Another Bloody Sunset There isn’t a whole lot to say about this one other than I like it. The original photo looked nothing like the final product and so into the Photomanip category it goes. I am also experimenting with different border styles and throwing the decidedly stale formula out of the proverbial window.

A Sunburnt Country
A Sunburnt Country Once again I continue to skirt around the boundary of actually submitting a flower photograph. On this occasion I’ve decided to hide behind a sort of macabre scene of a mass flower graveyard. I tell myself that it doesn’t count as a flower shot if all the flowers are dead.

Having just moved from the coast to Bendigo, a dry and hot place that is hundreds of miles inland, the sun’s brutality is especially evident, scenes like this are everywhere. After consecutive 40+ degree days, I wonder how anything survives at all. This is Australia, like it or not.

Does My Carapace Look Big in This?
Does My Carapace Look Big in This? Vanity abounts in the insect kingdom at Stoney Point (south of Hastings). Or at least I’ve decided that it does in the quest for yet another title pun. If this is starting to bug anyone out there, I’m sorry. Hmm, actually I’m not. I think they’re quite clever. So there.

Elemental Sunset
Elemental Sunset Fire, water, sky, and earth, all on display. There’s no intended deeper meaning here, so anything you infer beyond the aesthetic is just as valid as what anybody else comes up with, myself included. The only deliberate aim was to catch the two distinct elements of the sunset (fire and ice) peeking through their respective holes in the cloud blanket.

This is an amalgamation of seven separate shots, lovingly handcrafted together in Photoshop over the course of a few hours and a couple of beers.

Juxtaposition of Serenity and Violence
Juxtaposition of Serenity and Violence See a glimpse of nature’s spectrum of temperment in one scene. The inner sanctuary remains calm and unconcerned by the calamity on its doorstop, as huge waves repeatedly hurl and dash themselves against the rocky fortress. Taken at London Bridge, Portsea.

More of a Bee Shot
More of a Bee Shot While dangerously flirting with the concept of another flower shot, the bee is my sole focus and anything else is merely incidental. That’s the story I’m sticking with anyway. The novelty of macrophotography isn’t going to wear off any time soon, I guarantee. This little “series” of bee shots was taken at White Hills Botanical Gardens in Bendigo.

Red Sky at Night
Red Sky at Night A spontaneous decision to grab my camera and my missus, put them both in my car and drive out to a remote location yielded this. It’s the type of photo I’ve seen many times before and I always wanted to give it a try myself. Minimal touchups in Photoshop used, but otherwise it’s pretty raw.

The Dignity of Futile Defiance
The Dignity of Futile Defiance After swearing no less than 5 minutes ago not to resort to flower photography (on the grounds of it being too girly), I succumbed meekly to the inevitability of pride coming before a fall.

I eventually chose this shot because of the alignment of the two daisies: the foreground daisy with the solitary upright petal defiantly resisting the forces of ruin, a patient and ultimately insurmountable foe for all living things; and in the background foreshadowing its inevitable fate is a dead and blackened husk.

I’ve always admired the futile gesture of defiance, be it in the face of tyrrany, oppression, old age, or Microsoft. There is unparalleled dignity and honour in standing up to something on principle or even merely out of stubbornness in the face of certain defeat. The battlecry of the downtrodden rings out in that moment of silence to be heard by all (or nobody as the case so often is): “You cannot beat me, you can only kill me.”

That is what this photo symbolises to me.

The Eyes Have It
The Eyes Have It My versatile cat, Squeak, makes yet another appearance in my gallery this time in the guise of a ruthless nocturnal hunter. This is about as far as can possibly be from his actual persona of sleeping 18 hours a day, purring, and rolling around on the floor.

This Road I’m On
This Road I’m On So what does this all mean? That perhaps the journey is more important than the destination? It could be. It’s open to interpretation so the burden of imagination and insight is upon thee, the viewer. I already know what it means to me. I invite you to travel with me a while.

Ye Olde Morningtonne
Ye Olde Morningtonne Taken on a recent visit to Mornington with the wife. She likes B&W, whereas I prefer soft sepia tones. I threw some grain in for good measure to make it look nice and old. If you look hard, the city of Melbourne can be seen in the distance, kind of throwing off the olden day charm I was aiming for but nonetheless providing a talking point in the photo.