Every day has its own story. As of late I've been actively trying to keep that in mind when I head down to shoot, as opposed to just around for pretty pictures. After all, telling stories is what this is all about (at least in my uninformed, uneducated opinion).
Take the old man above. He was standing right there when I first stumbled down bleary eyed onto the beach at about 5 30, pumping little hand weights together with a resound clack, staring resolutely at the sea with a mix of longing and stoicism (with the occasional grimace I might add), and he was still there at 6 15 when I took this shot just as the sun was peaking over the north heads. He must have been pushing 80 and here he was, down the beach well before the sun camp up, working up a sweat and doing weights in the morning sun. If he can do that, it made me realise we have absolutely excuse to wake up in the morning and chase whatever it is that we are after. It also made be really want to have a chat and hear his story, but he looked pretty focused, and Humans of Bondi this ain't.
The rest of the morning passed, as it is want to do, in a particularly golden fashion.
Bonus shots at the end of a particularly ludicrous sunset spotted on the way down to Canberra last Friday.
i thought these two made quite a good pair - was following them around for longer than is probably socially acceptable to try to get a good shot before the sun came up as it initially looked like it was going to be a boring, dull, grey morning......
...then this happened.
resolute
contrast - about 50 m down the beach from the guy above was a bunch of nippers doing their early morning training runs. for whatever reason this kid seemed intent on not sticking with the pack.
advance
feet
the return
in flight
all orange everything
energy
morning stories
tread softly because you tread on my dreams
canberra sunset - fun fact, this was taken on the side of the Federal highway with trucks and lorries flying past at 110 km / hr mere metres away. its all about perspective
wut, how.
