Evening clouds

Dragonfly death trap

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Ripples and pebbles

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Peacock feathers

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I walked past a cheap shop the other day and saw they had peacock feathers. I have a serious weakness for peacock feathers. It's the way they shine, I guess. But I didn't buy any feathers then. However, today when I went past, there were still some there, so I figured why not. They could go with my other peacock feathers that the removalists packed in layers and layers of paper (no, not even kidding there).

Some people are really superstitious about peacock feathers. When I bought the last lot, people I was with were all freaked out about them and said they bring bad luck. I'm sure any bad luck is purely coincidental, and not due to any kind of feathers. The only way I could think of them being bad luck is if they're in a particularly heavy vase that somehow falls off a shelf just as you walk past and it smacks you on the head.

Actually, while on the peacock tangent, there was a stuffed peacock in an antique shop in Tanunda once. That was so awesome. But possibly less awesome to keep clean.

Arachne

Saw this outside tonight. It was rather large. Thank goodness for cameras with good lenses that mean you don't need to get all that close to your subject...

Amusing myself with glow sticks

Glow sticks. Where have they been all this time? Apparently at The Reject Shop for $6 for a packet of 50. I bought sparklers too, but didn't use them tonight. Maybe tomorrow. Or another time. But they're there and shall be used.

Little frog

Rainbow lorikeet

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The Miscellany

Lilly pilly leaves

Street light and trees at dusk

Pretty bougainvillea

Oh Christchurch...

The breaking news about the earthquake that's devastated Christchurch this afternoon has really been heartbreaking. The earthquake (and huge number of aftershocks that followed it last year and throughout this year) last year was bad enough, but for this to happen has just been terrible. I feel so sad for the people of Christchurch, those who have died and the families of these people. It's devastating to read that there have been at least 65 people confirmed dead so far.

Perhaps it's been something I've felt particularly because I visited Christchurch (and the South Island of New Zealand) last year and fell in love with the city. It was a beautiful city, and the people there were just so friendly and nice. I think it would be impossible to have visited the city and not fallen just a little bit in love with it at least. The tree-lined streets, the lovely buildings, the cathedral...

Seeing photos on news sites of the damaged cathedral made me feel like bursting into tears at my desk. Seeing footage from the city actually has made me cry.

The people of Christchurch are in my thoughts and prayers, as I'm sure they are for many others. I'm hoping places for donations open up soon, as I will definitely be donating. But I wish there was something more that I could do to help out. Sending money is useful, I know, but it would be great to do something practical as well.

More light at night

Nothing like running around like a mad thing with lights and stuff to take light motion photos. And then realising the neighbours are watching you. Looking puzzled. In the dark. So, hi new neighbours. I'm the eccentric one. The one who drives around singing along to Rammstein songs and waving in a friendly manner. I totally don't bite.

More night lighting

Apologies to the neighbours for the flashing lights and so on. Hope you didn't think it was an alien invasion.

Day Thirty-One: The End

It's the end of A Month of Mobile Photos.

The idea for this self-challenge came from reading Photo Radar's 32 Photo Projects for 2011.

Has it made me a better photographer? Who knows. I am perhaps better at taking photos with my mobile phone at least. I haven't actually used my normal cameras all that much (compared to usual). It's been interesting to view things slightly differently, and I think it makes for more spontaneous photos. I like it. And I do need to empty out the phone's memory of all of the photos I've taken - hardly any of them actually made it to the blog.

Have I had a lot of fun? Yes. It's been good.

And it's inspired me to set more challenges for myself. I think I might wait until the beginning of next month to start my next challenge. I'm not entirely sure what it'll be though. Maybe shoes? Maybe bags? Maybe night photos?

At the very least, it has inspired me to experiment more. And that's led to me getting out the DSLR and actually mucking around with it, exposures, metering, etc at night for the past two nights. That has been a crazy amount of fun.

Oh, before I forget - the phone I've been using for A Month of Mobile Photos is a Nokia 6700 Classic. They're not wrong about it having the potential to take beautiful photos.

An attempt at night photography

For the first time, I actually used a tripod and mucked around with various exposures, metering, etc with the DSLR. It was kind of fun. The results aren't spectacular, but it'll take time to get to where I want things to be. Still, it's a good start. And it was a lot of fun to do. The ones I've posted are just a few of my favourites.

Day Thirty: More Lovisa Loving

Well, two of the items are from Lovisa. The hairclip is from Diva. And the heart-shaped ring is from Penguin, who I miss because she lives so far away now days :(

Day Twenty-Nine: Lovisa Ring

I liked how sort of surreal this looked. Maybe it's just me. I'll probably post a proper pic of the ring sometime. It's really cute - three little woodland creatures. Just a little different. I think I like Lovisa more than Diva... Poor Diva. Maybe the other ring I bought that reminded me of the Waidmanns Heil keyring is the reason for that.

Day Twenty-Eight: Glass

Day Twenty-Seven: Lights

Day Twenty-Six: Interesting Choice of Words

Kind of makes it sound like it involves midgets *ahem*

Day Twenty-Five: Jarmies

Day Twenty-Four: Double Ew.

Seriously. Do people drink from these?

Day Twenty-Three: Ew.

Announcement over speaker in supermarket this evening: "Valentines Day special mudcakes are at the bakery section, customers! They're filled with love AND lust."

Ew.

Of course I took a photo.

Day Twenty-Two: Backs of Buildings

They're quite boring, actually.

Day Twenty-One: Old Bracelet

Introducing Trevor the butterfly

Trevor's actually dead. I found him today in a stairwell. But he doesn't let being dead stop him reaching for his goals as a butterfly model...

Day Nineteen and Twenty: Catching Up

Penn & Teller's thing just seemed like it fitted in so well with the Glee stuff.

Two years on: Black Saturday

Last year I tried to write something about being on year on from Black Saturday, and this was as far as I got:

"Just after the minute's silence for the victims of Black Saturday at midday, I sat outside on the verandah, looking at the trees, the mountains and a half-full moon hanging in the clear blue sky. There was silence in nature. The birds were quiet. No breeze moved the leaves on the trees. No human sounds disturbed the stillness. I just let tears slip down my face without bothering to brush them away."

I just couldn't write any more.

I'm not sure how much further I'll manage to get today, two years on from Black Saturday, even though life is a little more settled now.

I had sold my home at the end of December of 2009 and, although I'm sure it was frustrating for the people who bought it, I had to be there past the first anniversary of Black Saturday. My home was in the beautiful town of Warburton, which had the threat of the fires hanging over it for more than a month as they burned behind the mountain range on the northern side of town. We were incredibly lucky that the fires just stayed behind the mountains, menacing but not ultimately destroying the town like they had so many others.

I guess being in the house a year on from the events of Black Saturday was some sort of point I was proving, maybe mostly to myself. It had been an incredibly difficult 12 months. The fires came around the same time as we began to learn the extent of which we were being screwed over at my former work. But that was the last thing on the list of stuff to worry about at that point.

On Black Saturday itself, my friend Larie and I decided to go down to Eastland to avoid the heat. Neither of us had aircon at home, so we figured that we'd wander around in air-conditioned comfort until the heat of the day had passed and then head home. I had a bizarre feeling that morning about things and packed a bag with the most important things I owned - my dog's ashes, my toy elephant given to me as a baby, my Grandma's The Light Princess and Other Stories, my Nanna's Bible, a few other things.

After quite a few hours at Eastland, we thought we'd see how the temperatures outside were going and head back to Chirnside Park. If it was still hot, we'd go see some movies or something.

When we got outside, there was smoke in the air - a thick brown cloud of it high overhead. I think we were both quite worried about it, but didn't realise the extent of what was going on. At this point, we'd not seen anything about the fires and no-one had messaged or called either of us. By the time we got to Chirnside Park, the sky was covered with smoke and the wind was basically gale-force. The heat was insane. I can still remember how exhausted and dehydrated I felt just walking the 100 metres or so from the car to the cinema.

We watched Australia, figuring it was the longest film and would mean the most time in the aircon before heading home. When we got out, the smoke was thicker, blackening the sky. I rang my parents, who had messaged me about it while we were in the cinema. There wasn't all that much clear information at that point on the CFA site, but they advised us to not go home.

We thought we might at least try to go back, get some things and head out again. But when we got to the hill that you drive down to get back into Lilydale, enormous clouds of smoke were covering the valley and we could see the vivid orange glow of flames kilometres away.

So we didn't go back. And we didn't get back for a few days, spending most of our time at a hotel in Croydon that generously and kindly slashed their prices for people who had evacuated the area to avoid the fires. We watched the news, numb with horror as the number of the dead and injured increased. I can't even begin to imagine the terror of things in the areas impacted by the bushfires. It breaks my heart every time I think about the people who died. The neighbours of my neighbour's parents were killed in Kinglake. One of my friends lost two of his friends in St Andrews. The suddenness of it and how inescapable it was is terrifying to think about.

When we did finally return to Warburton, it was for work and to pack up our most important possessions and take them out of the Yarra Valley. Of the entire month when the fires really posed a threat to Warburton, I think we only stayed in the town for six nights. It was surreal seeing my own beloved town on the cover of newspapers, being talked about for how likely it would be that it'd be the next to be obliterated by the fires.

Visiting and interviewing a family who lost their house and everything in it, as well as discovering their neighbours had burned to death in the fires, was perhaps personally one of the hardest part of the Black Saturday period of life. I then had to write an article about it, all while my own house was still under threat. From The Ashes was the article that resulted from this, and it won a silver award for the Best Article, Applying Faith To Life from the Australasian Religious Press Association in 2010.


I know I'm incredibly lucky to have survived everything that went on with Black Saturday. But it's still difficult. I still have the advice SMS warning of extreme fire danger conditions on my phone from March 3, 2009. When I hear sirens in Summer, I get anxious. I don't know how much worse it would be for people whose towns and homes were destroyed by the fires. Or for those who lost loved ones. It must be unbearable.

When I was in Warburton the week before last and saw white smoke drifting lightly across the valley from someone burning off something, I remembered Black Saturday. I remembered how on the trip up to Warburton, there were some teens talking about it - the fear, the horror, how they almost lost a friend in it. I remembered how the mountains looked 10,000 metres tall, looming, ominous. And yet that day the other week? It was the most beautiful Warburton day. Butterflies fluttered around, the sparrows bobbed about, the sky was the most amazing blue, the river chattered away to itself.

Time moves on, but we don't forget what happened on February 7, 2009.