2012 in pictures

30 12 2012

A selection of what I thought were the best, or most interesting images from the year that was.

A year that took in a yacht delivery from Indo, working in Cairns, a few trips to Perth, a move to Melbourne and a new Canon S100.

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View from up the mast while tied to the dock in Ambon, Indonesia onboard SY Kealoha.

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High-dynamic-range shot playing with my new camera at Mornington Peninsula, VIC.
(Appeared in Caravan World!) hahaha

Looking down on some winter trees at Daylesford, VIC

Looking down on some winter trees at Daylesford, VIC

Zipping through north-western Thailand near the Laos border while shooting manually on the G12. Tricky, hence the speedo.

Zipping through north-western Thailand near the Laos border while shooting manually on the G12. Tricky, hence the speedo.

Regurgitator playing Meredith Music Festival taken on a tilt-shift setting late afternoon

Regurgitator playing Meredith Music Festival taken on a tilt-shift setting late afternoon

Does this even need an explanation? Bliss.

Does this even need an explanation? Bliss.

Old Holden rusting peacefully by the side of the road in North Fitzroy, VIC.

Old Holden rusting peacefully by the side of the road in North Fitzroy, VIC.

Winding through the tree-lined corridors of Bright, northern Victoria. A highly-recommended activity.

Winding through the tree-lined corridors of Bright, northern Victoria. A highly-recommended activity.

One shot from an attempted foray into interior commercial photography.  I thought it looked alright.

One shot from an attempted foray into interior commercial photography. I thought it looked alright.

My favourite shot from the recent Melbourne Tweed Ride.

My favourite shot from the recent Melbourne Tweed Ride.

Bridge near my new home - Fairfield, VIC

Bridge near my new home – Fairfield, VIC

Just another frosty beverage. Must be the tropics. Thailand. HTC smartphone photo.

Just another frosty beverage. Must be the tropics. Thailand. HTC smartphone photo.

'Carn the Dockers! First game at the MCG on arrival in Melbourne.

‘Carn the Dockers! First game at the MCG on arrival in Melbourne.

Cape Schank lighthouse, Mornington, VIC.

Cape Schank lighthouse, Mornington, VIC.

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mount abrupt

30 12 2012

It was Gooch Week once again.

So called for being the inconsequential part between two important things. Those being Christmas and New Year’s presumably. (Look, I didn’t invent the term, I just think it’s awesome.)

A time for catching up with the family (did not), watching the cricket (it finished early) and for many hospitality workers, earning huge pay packets due to penalty rates (I quit my job).

So…what to do? Something cheap, utilising existing resources. An activity to take my mind off the fact I have a three week Sri Lankan trip coming up and no means to pay for it.

Head for the bush then, eh? Why not?

After calling the Grampians park headquarters to confirm not too many people had the same idea, we headed west. It was only three hours out of Melbourne, through historic Ballarat where they sold me a new gas bottle and the wrong size hose, which would eventually prove problematic.

Our planned 7am departure (beat the crowds, yeh) saw us arrive at the Grampians around 1pm, due to various factors which won’t be discussed in this forum, but luckily those forecast crowds were nowhere to be seen so after cruising a few campsites we pitched the filthy Meredith tent and settled into his ‘n’ hers hammocks. Mine was actually a mattress on the grass, but whatever.

The next few days were spent poring over maps, scrambling up mountains, swimming in creeks, cooking over fires and generally getting into all that good outdoorsy stuff that makes you feel so damn alive, but which you never seem to do often enough.

“It’s good for the soul to get up here,” proclaimed Sharyn as we looked north over the sweeping hazy-blue peaks of various unnamed hills  enormous mountains.

And right she was. It’s too easy to hang in Fitzroy drinking beer, riding bikes, blah blah blah.

But it doesn’t take much effort to throw a tent in the car and head into the eucalypts to burn jaffles over a gas stove of a morning.

Chuck in a stovetop coffee pot and you’re sweet. Even if you don’t have a job anymore.

 

Looking up through my polarised-sunglasses filter.

Looking up through my polarised-sunglasses filter.

*FOOTNOTE. We also spent four or five hours climbing Mount Abrupt. Best name in the Grampians, better than Mount Difficult, for sure. Rising 460m (is that all?), you think you’re nearly at the top, then round a corner to realise you’ve been looking at the wrong hill all along. Lucky we had tuna wraps, and yes Rhys, the packet was opened in the correct manner. All shots from there…

View from the road in. Promising!

 

HDR about halfway up

HDR about halfway up

Refusing to stand TOO close to the edge. Understandably.

Refusing to stand TOO close to the edge. Understandably.

Tree fern looking a lot like some sort of Maori carving

Tree fern looking a lot like some sort of Maori carving

Cropped shot of peaks to the north. Not sure about the 'vivid colour' setting.

Cropped shot of peaks to the north. Not sure about the ‘vivid colour’ setting.

Obligatory 'look, we're up a mountain' shot.

Obligatory ‘look, we’re up a mountain’ shot. Sharyn actually not that short.

Boom. The money shot.

Boom. The money shot.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 





Aunty Meredith

10 12 2012

“I’m glad we had the times together just to laugh and sing a song / seems like we just got started and then before you know it / the times we had together were gone.”  – Dr Seuss.

Whimsical Seussical

Whimsical Seussical

Finally made it to the 22nd edition of the iconic Meredith Music Festival. It was  hot, it was cold, it was dusty, it was windy, it was goddamn weird at times, but always a LOT of fun. Set on a beautiful farm just outside Melbourne and home to a natural amphitheatre in which to enjoy the bands, Meredith brought together 10,000 folk last weekend for three days of madness and goodtimes.

A few highlights below:

BYOBooze. Now without wanting to sound like an alcoholic, being able to bring along your own drinks AND take them right down to the stage is what makes Meredith unique. Even UK festivals don’t let you take booze out of the campsite. So it sure was nice to not be paying $10 per beer all weekend.

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Dusty ol’ basecamp. Note the keg-esky. Schweet!

Dress-Ups. The theme for our motley gang this year was Dr Seuss – initially a controversial choice, but ultimately hilarious. We even made a new song entitled ‘The Drinks You Will Drink’. Other groups also had some awesome themed costumes and there were plenty of others dressed up for no good reason. At 1.50am on Saturday night, around 30 people dressed in ‘Onesies ‘ came together for a group hug. No photographic evidence of this strange phenomenon exists, sadly.

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He speaks to the trees…

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Met a few bumblebees along the way…

Music. Oh yeh. Some bands played. Heh. Some bands… F**king PRIMAL SCREAM played and they owned it. Bobby Gillespie somehow did not look a day over 25 and they stuck to classic rawk ‘n’roll material rather than veering into ‘wall-of-noise’ material which would have been less fun.

Other musical highlights included the iconic Sunnyboys on Day One, Saskwatch for the third time this year (!!), Big Jay McNeely howling on the trumpet, Rahzel talking about Rahzel and doing a bit of beatboxing, and the heavy heavy sounds of Turbonegro.

Never-heard-of-em-but-they-were-awesome highlights came courtesy of The Toot Toot Toots with some rockabilly and The BitterSweet Kicks who wound up the whole deal.

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Primal Scream. Legends. Pic by Leah Robertson

Regurgitator. Sucking, apparently.

Regurgitator. Sucking, apparently.

Random Shit. Now it wouldn’t be a festival without a few odd moments. These included seeing a man in undies and bowtie dragging an empty bin around and inviting people to his pool party, a guy crowdsurfing across the entire front-of-stage in an inflatable boat, a cookie monster puppet moshing seemingly on his own and many others. Sunset ridge was also a pleasant (romantic?) diversion away from the crowds.

Gettin' comfy with our DIY Bloody Marys in the Supernatural Amphitheatre

Gettin’ comfy with our DIY Bloody Marys in the Supernatural Amphitheatre

The Meredith Gift. This ought to be filed under ‘Random Shit’, but really deserves its own heading. The Gift – a naked footrace to wind up the festival. Featuring people who have been drinking, dancing, and gettin’ real weird for three days. If they held it on Friday, it’s likely no one would enter. wait a couple days however and they have to cap the entrants at 50 people. They’re enthusiastic if not particularly nimble. And it makes quite a spectacle…

Don't errrm...fall over, chaps.

Don’t errrm…fall over, chaps.

Pretty! Pic by Leah Roberston.

Pretty! Pic by Leah Robertson