Years ago, I stood with one of my brothers looking out over a large water supply dam in the Perth hills. We had ridden up there on his motorbike, me sitting on the pillion leaning with him as we rounded bends, he expertly guiding the bike up the inclines and around the curves. We stood in silence looking out over the expanse of water, our helmets tucked under our arms, the jarrah forest around us. A group of tourists poured out of a hire car, clicked cameras at the water, jumped back into their vehicle and drove off. My brother shook his head, ‘I’d rather look at it while I am here than look at a photo later,’ he said. He wanted the images in his head, not on film (as it was in those days). It’s a concept that has stuck with me, the need to look closely at things when they present, rather than snap a quick photo and move on to the next thing.
Holiday images
Holiday images
Holiday images
Years ago, I stood with one of my brothers looking out over a large water supply dam in the Perth hills. We had ridden up there on his motorbike, me sitting on the pillion leaning with him as we rounded bends, he expertly guiding the bike up the inclines and around the curves. We stood in silence looking out over the expanse of water, our helmets tucked under our arms, the jarrah forest around us. A group of tourists poured out of a hire car, clicked cameras at the water, jumped back into their vehicle and drove off. My brother shook his head, ‘I’d rather look at it while I am here than look at a photo later,’ he said. He wanted the images in his head, not on film (as it was in those days). It’s a concept that has stuck with me, the need to look closely at things when they present, rather than snap a quick photo and move on to the next thing.