Monday, April 29, 2013


The final day I just spend quietly knitting, napping and wandering the paddocks by myself.

Every time I visit Essdaile the landscape looks different, this trip it was dry and baron.

This was mainly due to the fact that we are still in a drought, not helped by the left over canola being burned off ready for the next seasons crop.

As soon as I leave I miss this place.

Hopefully next time Grace will join me and we will drink tea infront of an open fire and it will be splendid.

Wednesday, April 17, 2013


I now have a ritual that every time I visit Clear Lake I get up at the crack of dawn, walk down to the lake and take photos. This is my collection from the trip. First and formost the infamous two dead trees.

I can't get over the reflections, these images do not do it justice, I stood there in awe for a good hour or so just staring and studying the water and the trees and the perfect patterns, these kinds of moments make surrealism make so much more sense in my mind. I feel like Salvador Dali must have seen patterns and places like this in his mind when he was dreaming up his landscapes.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Lake Bed

This past weekend as you may have realised from my last post, I went to Clear Lake. I've written a few blogs on the beautiful place and I always make sure I take photos on my trips.It all started Friday night after work, we arrived at the Essdaile the farm house at Midnight, after some tire troubles. I fell into bed and was quickly in the land of nod.Saturday morning was leasurly, whilst everyone else went out to Natimuk the closest "town" to Clear Lake, about a 30 minute drive. I wandered down to the lake to do what I love to do.Queue the obligatory photo of those two dead trees I love so dearly! 
As you can see, If you look back at previous photos I have taken of the two dead trees, the water has receded greatly. So much so,  that I could walk down onto the lake bed.

Here are the two dead trees from the side. Framing and angles are everything. They change a subject so much. You can also see in this picture just how much water has gone from the lake. Last time it was all the way up to the trees and grass on the left.

I went for a bit of a wander along the lake bed. Looking down at the cracked ground reminded me so much of my childhood and spending a day walking all the way across the lake. There was much more cracked soil then and much less water. Also check out my Doc Martens.

It's fascinating the things you find on a lake bed, from lots of dead trees, it felt a bit like one big graveyard, to old glass bottles and signs of more recent activity.

The more signs of "recent activity" I found the more disappointed I got. This is a beautiful old lake in the middle of no where, I found plastic bags, Strongbow Cider bottles and most saddening Shotgun shells. 

I get that this is a lake in a farming area but it still makes me disappointed even at a certain member of my family, that they feel a need to shoot animals and birds for sport and fun. I can understand, looking after your livestock and protecting your livelihood. But I dont get shooting ducks and other wildlife on a lake that less than 3 years ago had no water and no wildlife around it. 

That went somewhere I didn't expect. But that's what you get when you explore places, you find good things, you find intriguing things, you find beauty but you also find a bit of disappointment.

Luckily the beauty of this place and all of it's history will always outweigh my disappointment in my fellow human beings.

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

two dead trees

So once again I am heading out to Clear Lake and Essdaile the family farm. Thinking about what to pack for the long weekend away I got distracted on tumblr and decided to post a picture. So I went back through my photography archive of previous trips to the farm.

I love Clear Lake, ever since the flooding rains 3 years ago the lake has had water in it. Since then I have spent some time documenting the lake from the same position.




There is something about those two dead trees that have been ingrained in my mind since I was a child. I just love them. Seeing them means I am home, they give me an odd sense of security.

Looking at these pictures makes me realise how much I have grown as a person, designer and photographer. I am proud of all these images. But that last one. I am so proud of. I look at it and think to myself I'm a good photographer and not only do I think it, I believe it too.

So Friday I'm off on a very minimal internet adventure. See you on the other side with another photograph of those two dead trees.