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Life shadow, Bannana leaf, Vanuatu, W. Pacific
Old eucalypt outside my house in Australia.
Rust creeping on oil drums left out in the roaring 40's climate of S.W. Tasmania
Rivets in the corrugated iron of a shed in S.W. Tasmnia. Like an abstract painting, multi-layered.

A Triton shell (I think), still recklessly pink amongst the washed out beach colours S.W Tasmania.

Photography is a treasure hunt. There’s always treasure, you just have to find it. Best is to enter into the the Situationsit notion of ‘drifting’ or ‘pychogeography’, and let yourself be pulled by whims and spontaneity, and combine this with throwing your senses open to the elements, for it is these that form the basis of working with light.

Tasmania’s S.W.Wilderness has visual minatures everywhere, the mark of a great wilderness. Constantly windswept and renewed, it is wild, remote, formidibly natural and intensely peacful.

When the tide comes in, as it retreats there is a moment when the sand is saturated, and the sun glances of it like dull sillver. Here the tide is etching scupltures in the sand, like snow exposing every little ledge of a hill. Just bits of nature, all washed up. That’s all it is.

View from Striding Edge to Red Tarn, Helvellyn. Etching the hills, flattening the moors, exposing the streams. Abstract balance in nature is everywhere you look, made overt by light snow falls. I wish there was a group of walkers to give it perspective, but in an abstract form , it’s pleasent enough
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