On our last morning at Victor Harbor Ari and I walked along Franklin Parade that borders Encounter Bay. I had started to take photos of the beach architecture with the iPhone on a previous poodle walk, and I wanted to get a few digital pictures with the Sony-NEX-7 before the sun burst through the early cloud.
I knew the houses well, as we’d walked past them on innumerable occasions. But I’d never photographed them. I was more interested in the seashore–clouds seaweed and rocks. The architecture was a backdrop. I didn’t find it interesting.
Ari and I spend the afternoon poodlewalk exploring a local quarry and the area around the old Victor Harbor Council waste facility. I was interested in exploring the idea of liminal spaces or edgelands. Though the quarry area had little of interest the dump area offered up possibilities:
This is an edgeland between a small farm and the wasteland as the Council dump has moved on. The space on the edge of the town is where its rubbish was dumped and turned into landfill. The area is now a neglected space, and it offers a glimpse at ‘history as in the stratified layers of an archaeological site’, and maybe even of the future.
We have been down at Victor Harbor for several days working on the garden, scanning archival 5×7 negatives, working on a picture to enter into the Adelaide Parklands Art Prize competition and starting to think about the Fleurieu Four Seasons Landscape competition.
The latter is about the western Fleurieu Peninsula, which is an area I only know as a local tourist driving around in a car on quick excursions.
Dawn, Encounter Bay
The daily walks in the morning and evening have been slow, and limited in terms of distance, because Ari is slowing down. He’s an old dog now and his back hips are increasing arthritic. He is usually walked separately from Raffi, who is full of energy and races all over the place.
Ari and I wandered the streets of the city of Adelaide for our early morning poodle walk. It was early Sunday morning—around 6.30am— and the streets were very quiet, apart the single men moving slowly through the CBD. There was one single woman walking down Currie Street who was desperate for a bus.
It was grey and overcast, which made the hand held digital snaps of Stepney Salvage through the shop window tricky, since my digital camera is not suitable for low light situations.
The time at American River has been marred by very strong south easterly winds, which have made it difficult to do large format photography. So I started off real simple after my initial ideas fell flat—a photograph of the inlet in the early evening when the wind had lessened.
It was made from the balcony of the house that we were staying in.
at American River
This picture of the inlet through the eucalypt was spur of the moment photography. I’d done no large format work for several days, the time was running out, and I was feeling very anxious. Nothing was happening on what was a photo trip. It was a desperate move to get things moving.
Ari and I wandered down to some old logs in the wetlands along the walking trail at American River early this morning. I’d been there on an earlier shoot in January and I was hoping that the longs would be suitable for an 8×10 black and white shoot. They were in my imagination, but when we got to the location I realized that they were far too small.
My memory had let me down. I had imagined the logs to be large enough for the 8×10 on the big tripod.They weren’t. I felt deflated.
We arrived at American River on Kangaroo Island late this afternoon. The overnight rain had started to clear as we travelled across Backstairs Passage on the Sealink ferry:
When Ari and I went on a walk along the foreshore to the jetty and back around 4.30pm it was sunny with cloud cover and a strong south east wind. This is a very laid back hamlet–a place to get away from everything and just put your heels up.