Sydney Life

I entered this in Sydney Life...

Saturday Morning At Carriageworks


I also entered Padstow Pilgrimage from my ca´mera ƒ blog.


Serious consideration was given to this...

Water Strider

Head On

One year later and I'm reporting on my entry to Head On.
I wasn't successful this year either, although I do like this year's entries as much as I liked last year's...


'Just As We Thought'

NPPP

It's been a while, yes.

Well...entered the National Photographic Portrait Prize back in October last year, 2008.

Wasn't selected, they weren't particularly strong images.

The one below though is interesting, a neighbour who's been living in the street longer than me! The graffiti has been there a long a time, his cross shouldered bag however is new, it contains his heart! He literally wears his heart on his sleeve!

Update: He received a donor heart, is still in hospital, the graffiti painted over and the wall awaiting his instructions for new artwork.

Update II: He's home and happy with his donor heart, but the new wall is still a blank canvas...

I call this The Eastern European. My hat my street an east european.

It was all different back in 2005 of course, my photo of Garan hung in the AGNSW for six weeks.

Sunday Afternoon At The O.H.

Sunday afternoon m~ and I went to see Philip Glass at the OH.
Before the performance he gave a talk in the northern foyer.
The light was good.

Sydney Life

Ingrid Grace, marathon runner, artist, pianist, librarian.
Somewhat damaged, somewhat vengeful, taken at her friend Philip's, the old Pyrmont Post Office.

Ah, Sydney Life, the annual exhibition hosted by City Of Sydney and displayed in Hyde Park.
Who knows what they want, 800,000 entries and 24 chosen, if that's not a lottery what is?
I did manage to be one of the chosen in 2004 with this:

Sixteen Feet

Blake Prize

This is David, my brother, he's having his hair cut by a friend on the morning of his wife Rene's funeral.
I entered this in the Blake Prize, an art prize and exhibition for religious and spiritual imagery, of which it is neither, it is needless to say genuine emotion, and grief from someone who's lost his lifelong partner and love.

Manly

The last vestiges of summer