Assignment Three.
This is my second attempt at Assignment Three. I took these pictures whilst in Australia with a mind to use them for this assignment but then went for the hat angle.
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Visual story telling.
Of all the assignments, so far, this one has given me the most trouble. I have had ideas aplenty, but few that would work as a story. A day out seal watching with friends that ended with only five usable pictures. The pre-Christmas visit by the grand children. Loads of inside shots of messy kids, but the weather was so foul all the planned outside visits and therefor outside shots had to be abandoned. A day out to Dungeness with a friend supplied some decent images, but only suitable for the Landscape Module.
In the end I fell back to my trip to Australia last year. I had originally intended to use it as the basis for this assignment but as I only took my Canon G12 and my Canon G1X I wasn't sure there was sufficient lens variation to fit the criteria. The holiday consisted of travel from Perth, in the south west, round to Port Douglas, in the north east, via Adelaide, Melbourne, Sydney and many minor place in between over a period of five weeks. The mode of transport covered plane, train, car, and ferry. I looked originally to pick out part of the journey and use it a the theme for the assignment but even as I took the shots I could see I was making a travelogue and that was not what I wanted. I tried the train, The Indian Pacific, but again couldn’t make it work. The road journey, from Adelaide to Sydney, was fantastic but it was just that, a road journey: lots of photographs but again a travelogue. It was only when I went back over them I found my theme: hats. Not the usual Aussie caricature of the Akubra with corks but various hats, and their wearers, that we come across, plus the loss and replacement of a hat owned by one of travelling companions.
The tale of a hat lost, a hat replaced and other hats. Abandoned in favour of Trolly version below.
I’ll deal first with that hat lost. Christine, one of our travelling companions, brought with her her white sun hat to deal with the hot and harsh Australian sun.
The first image is of her wearing that very hat on a trip up the River Clyde at Bateman’s Bay, NSW.
The second was taken on a Quicksilver ferry on our return to Port Douglas following a day on The Great Barrier Reef. When Christine stood up to take a picture of Crocodile Island she forgot we we travelling at about 40 knots, (46mph), and off went her hat.
The following day a very fetching pink number was purchased to replace it.
In Perth we visited the Old Jail where a guide, Matthew, did a passable impression go prison guard in the 1967 film Cool Hand Luke.
Also in Perth we came across a very un-Australian use for a hat: begging. I like this picture as it shows the indifference of others in the street.
I include the man in the balloon hat for no better reason that he put a smile on my face.
The Indian Pacific train makes only two stops on it’s journey from Perth to Adelaide, one at Kalgoorlie, and one at Cook. Kalgoorlie is the worlds largest gold mine, but unfortunately our stop was too short to pay it a visit. Cook is a ghost town left over from when Australia had a variety of track gauges and Cook was where they all met. The photograph is an example of Brownian Motion in action. There is almost nothing to see but everyone is milling about aimlessly thing to find something. Some with hats and some without, but all practicing their Aussie Salute in a bid to rid themselves of the very persistent flies.
In Adelaide we visited the Botanical Gardens where I saw this charming image of a mother and her two daughters dabbling in a hothouse pond. Hats laid aside in the shade of the house.
In the tourist town Central Tilba NSW is Wulaga Gallery, new age shop producing, amongst other items, it’s own hand crafted jewellery. Heather, the jeweller, always seemed to sport her woolly hat; no matter the weather, inside or out
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The last is a picture of old and new Australia. Taken in Sydney's Paddy's Market it shows Old Australia, as represented by the customer, and New Australia, as represented by the elegant stall holder. The woven hat versus the head scarf.
Assignment Three. Second attempt.
The Tutor notes attached to the work in my submission folder relate to the aborted first attempt. I contacted OCA to see if there was another but no other has been received.
This is my second attempt at Assignment Three. I took these pictures whilst in Australia with a mind to use them for this assignment but then went for the hat angle.
Link to pdf below. Cut and paste to browser please.
https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B5nvwo4D2lyvZ0VuNFBlalFNbnM
Plain copy lo res version.
Whilst in Australia last year I spent a week in Port Douglas up in Queensland. The town had a successful early history as a gold and timber centre. It’s natural harbour made for easy transport of the timber to Cairns. The laying of a railway killed the trade and by 1960 the population had dwindled to fewer than 100. It’s fortunes changed when visits to The Great Barrier Reef started to become feasible and popular. Fast second hand Tasmanian ferries were brought in and trade flourished.
The permanent population now stands at over 3000, is solely dependent on tourism and caters for over 350,000 holiday makers each year.
In addition to the normal tourist shops there is the ubiquitous Coles Super Market.
Whether it’s the wild nature of the area or just a wish for freedom I can’t say, but the Coles trollies seem to have the wonder-lust. Having noticed their proclivity to roam I started to take pictures of them and give them life by imagining how they arrived at their new locations and what they were up to.
Some use their spare time with a bit of window shopping. A chance to see what else Port Douglas has to offer other that fresh milk and buy-one-get-one-free offers.
Others use the opportunity to hang out with their mates.
Not all such gatherings end peacefully and fights break out.
Making friends with larger relations is not unheard of as can be seen by this one cosying up to a large wheelie bin.
Many of them go feral and make their homes in road side waste areas.
There is always the temptation to find a new home and new friends.
This one seems just plain lost, without purpose and waiting for collection.
Hiding out during daylight hours seemed a good plan for some of the renegades.
Making friends with the wrong containers could end up with a ride in the back of the garbage truck.
The usual fate for the free thinking trollies is capture and a return to Coles. Here is a collection of run-aways awaiting collection by The Trolly Man.