a dull and overcast day here in Adelaide today, not even the sun could make much of an impact.
As we exist in the world, fragments of that existence are presented to the world. These fragments are captured by all people in various forms, through sight then storage in their brain, then recorded or written in a book, through photographs, art, video and film, etc.
Almost all of these fragments never reach a medium outside the observer, but are elegantly and efficiently stored in our brains conscious and sub-conscious.
Many of these glimpses are innocuous or mundane, they lack the gravitas or circumstance for reproduction. Destined or stored in the deep vaults of our consciousness, never to be reclaimed. Are they completely removed from our being? I am not sure.
The ‘glimpse’ series explores and presents some of these innocuous and mundane recollections. The objective is to trigger a recollection of someone you know or have met, or an event that you had long forgotten. It could have been a deeply personal relationship, someone you met briefly, perhaps only once, or something you experienced in private. Perhaps it was something important, irrelevant, joyous or sad.
This ‘glimpse’ allows us to ponder and speculate moments of ours and other lives that may have been lost.
I hope you find some memorable!
Recently went to climb (a generous word) Mountt Kosciuszko and took a few pictures along the way. At 2228m, Mount Kosciuszko is Australia’s highest mainland peak, quite small really, but still it is the largest Mountain you can easily climb in Australia territory. The two other taller Mountains, are way south towards the Antarctic.
On the flight from Canberra to Adelaide (Mount Kosciuszko is around 2 hours drive from Canberra), the flight attendant asked me what I had been doing. I mentioned walking to the top of Kosciuszko from Thredbo. She replied, ‘Oh.. I think I have heard of that, is it near Canberra?’ I mentioned it was Australia’s highest mountain, she looked puzzled.
At the moment, Adelaide is abundant with Australian native birds, including the Lorikeet. This was an attempt at panning (photography term) the Lorikeet. It didn’t quite work, but produced an unusual effect. The trees in frame are Callistemon, (Bottlebrush) highlighted by the late afternoon sun.