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Piles of entropy
One of several projects, that explore photography as evidence amongst other ideas.Blog | Tumblr | Website | pixelfed.au | Instagram | Photography links | my Ko-fi shop | Off Ya Trolley! | s2z digital garden | vero | Dpreview albums | my work archived on trove at the National Library of Australia. |
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What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish?
One of several projects, that explore photography as evidence amongst other ideas.Blog | Tumblr | Website | pixelfed.au | Instagram | Photography links | my Ko-fi shop | Off Ya Trolley! | s2z digital garden | vero | Dpreview albums | my work archived on trove at the National Library of Australia. |
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A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water.
One of several projects, that explore photography as evidence amongst other ideas.Blog | Tumblr | Website | pixelfed.au | Instagram | Photography links | my Ko-fi shop | Off Ya Trolley! | s2z digital garden | vero | Dpreview albums | my work archived on trove at the National Library of Australia. |
Back in the early days, wandering aimlessly with a car lead me to some interesting parts of Melbourne. Cobbledick's Ford is one such place.
One of several projects, that explore photography as evidence amongst other ideas.Blog | Tumblr | Website | pixelfed.au | Instagram | Photography links | my Ko-fi shop | Off Ya Trolley! | s2z digital garden | vero | Dpreview albums | my work archived on trove at the National Library of Australia. |
This area, forms part of one of the largest infrastructure projects being under taken in Melbourne right now.. The Westgate tunnel extension. Things have changed of course, Some of the bike paths and bridges are open. The temporary one middle ground right most likely has gone.
This image was made during a brief period where the lockdowns in Melbourne were eased. Enabling me to use my iPhone but not my film cameras.
One of several projects, that explore photography as evidence amongst other ideas.Blog | Tumblr | Website | pixelfed.au | Instagram | Photography links | my Ko-fi shop | Off Ya Trolley! | s2z digital garden | vero | Dpreview albums | my work archived on trove at the National Library of Australia. |
A quick side trip on the way home to catch the sun as it sets over the yards, in Autumn.
Perched on the edge of suburban sanity, staring down the grotesque sheetmetal monolith that some city planning degenerate had erected as a monument to urban decay. The graffiti tags were screaming at me in a language only the truly deranged could comprehend. The railway signals loomed like mechanical sentinels, their red eyes watching, always watching. Two glass eyes staring down with bureaucratic indifference at the twisted metal barriers containing the human cattle. Who designed these monstrous fences? Probably the same twisted minds behind airport security and DMV lines.
Behind this hellscape of industrial waste and forgotten infrastructure rose the hideous glass towers of capitalism – monuments to greed that pierced the pristine blue sky like syringes into the arm of God. The contrast was enough to make a sober man hallucinate. Good thing I wasn't sober. The light was pure magic hour madness, that peculiar time when everything looks better than it has any right to. The old brick houses cowered in the shadows, relics of a bygone era when people actually knew their neighbors before they were all priced out by trust fund babies and foreign investors.
This was Australia's dark heart exposed – progress and decay locked in a savage embrace while the power lines cut across the sky like the neural pathways of some collective urban nightmare. You could almost hear the electric buzz of money changing hands, of deals being made in those steel and glass monstrosities downtown.
The whole scene was too much. Too real. Too raw. I needed to look away, but couldn't. This was Melbourne with its mask off, caught between what it was and what it was becoming, and brother, it was one hell of a ride.
Now a series unto itself
One of several projects, that explore photography as evidence amongst other ideas.Blog | Tumblr | Website | pixelfed.au | Instagram | Photography links | my Ko-fi shop | Off Ya Trolley! | s2z digital garden | vero | Dpreview albums | my work archived on trove at the National Library of Australia. |
A closed used car yard.
One of several projects, that explore photography as evidence amongst other ideas.
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The setting sun sweeps across a desolate area on the edges of the suburbs, bathing it in glorious light making it almost dreamlike.
An ongoing project that explores photography as evidence, best viewed as a slide show
[Edit 2016, this wall is now gone, but was in Dudley Street near the corner of Spencer street, Melbourne, Victoria,Australia.]