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Entries in sunset (3)


Photography between moments

I often take photos between a whole lot of doing things. They can end up sitting in lists of photographs on my computer. Like a little gallery with no front door. So that is the main reason I have my blog, so that they may see some light, somewhere through a screen. Otherwise, it does feel kind of pointless. My friend Ivy described tonight how she'd be happy to sit in a room and draw all day for no one but herself. She said she'd just "enjoy the way light falls".
And I thought... hmmm... (firstly, you are one crazy lady).. Then... Well, I'm not like that. As soon as I'm enjoying it I'm working out a way to photograph it, draw it, describe it, blog it...

Is this a bit tragic or a bit beautiful?
I'm definitely a voter for 'enjoying the moment' yet this act seems to reek of trying to hold desperately on to something that will fade or end. It seems like I am reaching out for immortality. Like I'm stealing the present to keep it forever. This is maybe why I cry when things are so bloody beautiful - because there is a bittersweetness, knowing that the beauty will be gone. Light changes, things move on.... things decay.

So I (as per analytical-self would) reflected on this recently.... tragic or beautiful Nat?

And I decided that it wasn't so much for ME to hold on to, but it came down to wanting to share it. It's not about claiming it as mine, taking ownership, it's just me wanting you to see what I am seeing (or feeling!)

So I'll just continue on with this innate need in me to photograph constantly.

Here are some of those 'between moments' shots from the past 3 weeks.

[current mood] Challenging Wine & Jackson 5


One morning in Ningaloo - Illustrated

If I had one wish it might be a camera in my eye.

It would go through the filter of my heart and the image would come out as beautiful as the experience. And then I could really share it.

Alas I funnel it through brain, hand and pen! It's the best I can do...

Nestled in a dune I savour my bircher muesli
with fresh strawberries and macadamias from Byron Bay and some love from my friend Nicky - all in one bowl.
and what a context!

I look to my left
I observe the fishermen with their less skilled wives.
They attempt to teach those wives how to cast.

After a while a man catches a fish.
He doesn't know what it is and exclaims this loudly as he leaves it hanging
I whisper, please return him to water
And I cry for this fish
I don't know why

Then I see a splash straight ahead!
I know what it is. It's a turtle.
I walk the shores and follow its path of head bobs.

Then I decide to slip out of my clothes and slide into the water.
Unexpectedly, the turtle (barry lets call him) comes over.

Barry fixes his big black eye on me and takes several looks between several dunks.
I grin as wide as I go.

Then we both part.
Thank you Barry for that moment.

With my belly full I lie back into the sea.

As usual, I admire my toes that poke above the blue so vividly.

Back on shore, I look to my right.
There in the distance is a black dot.

I feel the need to find out what it is, so I walk walk walk in its direction.
Hoping for something special.

Upon arrival I see that it is a lump of coral.

I push my disappointment aside and look at its detail to find its beauty
Ahh little shells attached to its edges and many curvy holes of curiosity.
So I sit with her.
This quiet old soul
What might she tell me.

Ideas come to me in our space
and I thank the coral and depart back to the dune.

There I see my bowl but no spoon.

and there appears to be some rather unquestionable evidence.
I look high and low but can not see my spoon where I imagine it.

I come back in the afternoon to eat some fruit of six varieties,
savouring each individually.

I watch the sun turn the sea into a pathway of gold

always straight no matter where you sit.
It hits the shore right in front of me
and to the footsteps of where I have been
that will be washed away by morning.

I know why I came here.

Do you?

[current mood] Mushrooms on Pita & Lapping waves


Another Favourite Cottesloe Moment

Does this sum up why I love Cottesloe?

Every evening is a visual show. I never tire of the swiftly shifting colours of sunset. I never know which way to look - at the melting gold dissolving into endless ocean or at the reflections in windows or the pink haze of the opposite sky...

This evening I was in my sunset buzz and adoring the view of bronzed windows with pink walls yet managed to run home in my uggs to snatch the camera and run back to this building standing against the purple sky, full moon and sweeping flocks. I got it, before it all went into black.

I wish photos could capture the energy of moments, but they really can't. Even as a photographer, I know their lack.

Nothing beats being there.


[current mood] decaf detox hell & South Rakkas Crew