The place I used to live in at Enmore had a back yard that had a view of the airport glide paths, so you’d see planes coming in over the adjoining suburbs. The perfect opportunity to experiment with long exposure photography.
What you see here is the rather impressive gearing of the legendary Abu Ambassadeur 10,000CL. It’s a fishing reel. A pretty impressive one as well, since this gearing happens to be an automatic 2 speed gearbox. The way it works is if you’ve got a really big fish on the gearing drops to a lower level, but if the strain lets off, for instance if the fish swims towards you, it instantly switches back to the high gearing for quick line pickup. I bought this many years ago, and have never really encountered a fish that required it.
Boston, a beautiful city with lunatic drivers. These fire escapes grabbed my interest, since you don’t really see them in Sydney. I’m not sure why, but I suspect it’s some difference in historical building codes. Then again, Sydney doesn’t have a history of tall residential apartment buildings in the city like America seems to have. That’s probably it actually, workers housing in our early days consisted of tiny victorian terraces, and people lived out of the city if they could afford to. It’s only in the last 15 years or so that residential development has taken off in the city.
I really wish I’d done another exposure for this one, because that washed out building in the background has a wonderful golden metal top.
Creepy doesn’t begin to describe these things. They were sprouting up all over the place near a place I was fishing one day. I’m assuming they’re some sort of fungus that propagates via carrion insects. I’ve not really heard of fungus doing that – though there is that one that grows out of the heads of ants, so it’s perhaps not without precedent.
Either that, or it’s some hideous alien spore come to take over the earth.
I saw this one day on a platform in the busiest train station in the middle of the city. There’s something terribly poignant about these decapitated flowers, discarded on a filthy platform, in an imitation of affection. Perhaps someone else set it up earlier, and if so, finding it as I did is all the more perfect.
It was HOT in Saratoga. Granted I was stupid enough to be wearing jeans, but it was still ridiculously hot. As you can see, any shade was appreciated by the local ducklings. It’s weird, New York has similar summers to Sydney, but it snows in winter, whereas Sydney rarely gets below 5 degrees Celsius.