30 October, 2012

Nothing is perfect

After spending almost any time in malls, it's nice to find places that have character of their own. Not perfect, just real. This news agent was in the suburb next to mine — it's gone now.

Rainworth News Agent

"[Wabi-sabi]... nothing lasts, nothing is finished, and nothing is perfect."
—Richard R. Powell

29 October, 2012

Selective desaturation

I'm usually not a fan of selective colour treatments. They get attention, but it seems to me that they wear out their welcome pretty quickly. As an alternative I tried some selective desaturation. I didn't pick a colour or two; instead, I picked an area or two.

Noosa Markets

28 October, 2012

A dog's life

A dog's life?
We should be so lucky.

Come as you are

If life isn't a "come-as-you-are party,"
then it’s not your life.

Photographer (not me) at Mt Coot-tha

16 October, 2012

Abstain from Injuring these Walls

A gentle sign – from not always gentle times. This is from an interior wall of the Victorian Trades Hall in Melbourne. It appears that subsequent decorators couldn't bring themselves to paint over it. I like it.

Holiday at the Beach

There's nothing like a few days at the ocean. A warm breeze, the beach, blue skies. Best, however, if you can share it with someone.

13 October, 2012

The "Break" and the Nun

I was at Brisbane's South Bank Parklands the other day. It was crowded because of the nice weather.

One path runs along the back of a series of restaurants. A few of the guys were having a break.

In the markets area a Buddhist nun was kind enough to let me take her picture. She was very careful to adjust her robes properly, and she didn't want me to photograph her working.

12 October, 2012

Noosa Markets

The good thing about markets is that the sellers usually have covers that keeps potential subjects out of the direct sun. These are from the Noosa Markets on the Sunshine coast. The problems is that if you buy stuff, then your hands are full and it's hard to take pictures.

11 October, 2012

Life in the Neighbourhood

Near the top of my street there's a cosy little (very little) coffee shop. These places are the glue that holds neighbourhoods together. Having said that, I don't remember the barista's name. This was a Saturday morning. I should go there more.

06 October, 2012

Bluegrass on the Sunshine Coast

Last week I was up on Queensland's Sunshine Coast (100k's north of Brisbane) at a concert featuring Celtic as well as Bluegrass. Clearly, I have not paid enough attention to Bluegrass. My mistake. The group responsible for this rethink is, "The Company."