BETWEEN HERE AND THERE
In Country Australia
Rainbow Sky
It
is inevitable, when you live in the country in a continent as vast as ours,
that you spend many hours and kilometres in a car, driving. We drive for
family, friends & social events, we drive for sporting & cultural
stuff, we drive for shopping trips, medical appointments, & we drive
because we have to.
To
be honest, it can be tiresome, and takes hours out of your day, week, your
productivity. BUT for me - a guilty secret. Most of the time it is a quiet pleasure.
When
my hubby drives, I spend my time in the passenger seat dozing through half
closed heavy lidded eyes. Light flickers through, trees blur by, and the
rocking of the car lulls me to dream and think, and imagine. Telegraph poles,
green and golden fields, they all move by at rapid pace while my mind wanders.
Canola Dreaming
When
I am not dozing and dreaming, I am admiring the views, the vistas, the light,
the colours, the shapes, the way the golden clear light creates halos around
trees & weeds, the long shadows, & the lonely trees surrounded by an
island of crops. Huge endless skies, whether grey, blue, or looking like
magical fairy floss as dusk falls.
After
almost two decades of living here, I am still thrilled by the beauty of this
place, the Central West of NSW. It is never boring - the change of weather,
time,crops and seasons ensures that.
As
a result of this love of place, it is not uncommon for me to be randomly
pulling over into the verge to take photos. I often have one of my cameras with
me(Canon 60D or Olympus OMD)& always my phone(Samsung Note 5). All of
the photos here have been taken with one of these. If I do not have a camera on
me, I feel a bit bereft actually!
Cotton Candy Clouds
And
it is not unusual then for me to take twice as long for me to get home as it
does to arrive anywhere, because with appointment and commitments met, I am
free to dawdle and stop along the way to get a shot I like. A line of trees, a
windmill, a lovely crop, a windy road…
When
I look back on these photos I see they tell the story of the journey, of the
places BETWEEN HERE AND THERE, the
unknown, unnamed, unnoticed, quiet spaces between places. Not the destination
itself that matters. If I was going to get a bit deep, I could say... this is not unlike life itself, eh?
Single Lovely Tree
And so, what to do with all these photos? Well, from an initial pool of about 600 pics, I edited, and culled, and edited, and culled. And squeezed it down to about 35 photos. Why? Because well, they have become an exhibition.
They have become something hanging on walls, printed professionally on archival rag paper, framed and on display. They have become a thing I am sharing with others, which is always a bit nerve wracking! Will they see the beauty in the blur and the movement, and the golden light? Will they scoff instead?
Well, really, all that matters is that I love them, and for me they tell the authentic story of how I get between the here and the there... and the bits in between!
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