I took the above photo in the Valley of the Giants, sometime in the first half of the first tour my godmother and I took on my second full day in Australia. The Valley of the Giants is located around Walpole, south of Perth, close to the southern coast of Australia. It’s a forest of giant tingle trees, which are hardy and shallow-rooted. There are two parts of the park we visited—the Tree Top Walk and the Ancient Empire. The…
I clicked my heels three times on the 12th of March, just half an hour after noon at a major city in Australia, and about 13 or 14 hours later I arrived back in California, on the 12th of March at 7:00 in the morning, over five hours before I left. Dorothy never had it so bad; I’m still recovering from the jet lag, and I can’t imagine what Jean-Claude Van Damme had to endure every time he time travelled….
I’m leaving the country tomorrow. Not that I’ve committed a crime and am on the lam or anything. It’s just that I’m going to Australia to visit my godmother. I’ve told only a few people so far because the trip has been in the works off and on since November, and I’m the sort of person who won’t hope or look forward to anything because I’m so afraid of disappointment. But I’m going, and there’s no turning back. I’ll be…
H.E. wants to send me somewhere new for photos. I haven’t gone shooting for a long, long while now, so I’ve been digging regularly in my archives. I’ve discovered that I take less photos at each shoot now, even though the digital format makes it easy to take more. I took 76 shots in my last outing, but out of those 76 I’d happily show 70, so I’m not at all sad that I didn’t fill my media card with…
Unintentional blur of a leaf on a street by the sidewalk at St. Albans one night—proof that my unsteady hands are not made for surgeons and that technically bad photos can come out okay in an artsy-fartsy way (I guess). Not one of my favorite shots, but fitting for the topic nonetheless. Share this post: