Canning River wetlands Perth.
I often make my more personally satisfying images when I am alone. It’s not that I don’t photograph when in company, it is just easier to immerse myself more fully with my subject when alone. When I am in company there is always an imperative or priority which more often than not tends to prevent me from connecting more fully with what I am seeing.
I seek quietness, stillness. My eyes are constantly scanning, yet at this early stage I may not be conscious of looking at any one particular thing. Suddenly I am conscious of something catching my attention, my eyes returning to it over and and over, reading tones, shapes, textures and colours. How the object would look in black and white, or would be better in photographed in colour? My attention now focussed I consider my potential subject more carefully.
There may be technical problems, my eyes and brain see more than what film and camera is capable of recording. Is this worth a photograph? Can I resolve the technical problem or should I reject the idea of a photograph?
I look away, turn around, and there just a few feet away below the trunk of a swamp sheoak is the soft glow of a tendril like branch. It is the delicate shape of a broken paperbark resting upon a carpet of sheoak branchlets. I shift my camera and tripod, focus, insert the film holder and make the exposure. In a few days this branch will disappear underwater. The samphire wetlands around the Canning River will fill with winter rain.