The juvenile Sea Eagle, Black Cockies, Logrunners, Noisy Pittas, Scarlet Honeyeaters, Black-fronted Dotterela, Brolgas etc. etc. were too fast or too distant for my camera . . .
‘Light is a powerful substance. We have a primal connection to it.’ James Turrell
“Unfortunately I met mr. Turner at the Academy a night or two after I received this letter ; and he asked me if I had heard from Mr. Lennox. I was obliged to say ‘ yes.’ ‘ Well, and how does he like the picture?’ ‘He thinks it indistinct.’ ‘ You should tell him,’ he replied, ‘ that indistinctness is my forte.’
Rembrandt has lost all his money, two circles begin the background, and he is staring at you the viewer, not intently but seriously. It’s as if he knows this painting has all the time in the world.
Eos out West Oakhampton Sheep Station
Photographs: You still have to wait for the light to come to you, but there are ghosts.
Keats accused Wordsworth of regressing into ‘the egotistical sublime’.
My camera is at the menders – Our best tools, like the axe, are not subject to memory difficulties . . .
On the way back from the Promised Land we saw a Greater Glider road kill and moments later a Brown Goshawk flying overhead . . .
An Azure Kingfisher flew out from underneath the boardwalk, too fast, too dark for my trigger finger.