Reflections from Noarlunga.
Some photos from the Botanic Gardens.
Once upon a time, I was an odd kid with all the potential in the world. Not just in my fevered imagination, but officially – as my high school proudly proclaimed through its Students with High Intellectual Potential program (which has probably changed acronyms several times in the intervening years). Not content with recording some of the top school results in the state, I went on to become a qualified rocket engineer. But what use is there for rocket engineers in a nation whose primary exports are shiny rocks, or even a society whose driving force is the accumulation of profit?
The proliferation of quality cameras throughout our lives mean that artists who work in the photographic medium need to start asking the question painters have been grappling with for a hundred and fifty years – what is my art?
Seemed like there was a lower flower density than last year, but Floriade is always a fun place to take a camera.
The trees are coming out.
We have a senator not only peddling conspiracy theories derived from the Nazi idea of cultural Bolshevism on the floor of parliament, but even calling for ‘a final solution to the immigration problem’. Sky News calls upon neo-Nazis like Blair Cottrell to share their opinions on immigration and policy. Our major papers decry Jews who form colonies. The ABC’s august Four Corners decided that Steve Bannon deserved their platform to gaslight the nation. This isn’t normal. How did we get here?
Some shots from Jerra Wetlands.
Photos from a wander around Tidbinbilla Nature Reserve.