Maylands was one of those places that save for the occasional coffee and cake, I rarely spent any time in. It was just somewhere on the way to somewhere else. Last year, Maylands became home, so I started to take a little more notice.
Out here, it isn't so much of a field or two of canola, but a sea of it. For long stretches between Bindoon and Moora it straddled the road, spreading out to the horizon. Simply breathtaking to see.
Darren returned to Perth this August. He is a remarkable songwriter, lending his skills to poignant ballads and storytelling; about himself, interesting newspaper articles, and relationships in general.
It was a lovely, rainy, family day out. Cosy. Lunch was a bbq chook from a country IGA, pulled apart and eaten from the dashboard of the car, whilst watching a couple of wood ducks escort their new arrivals around the park and down to the river. Simple, happy, memory making.
The bonus of Sydney being such a bustling city, was there was a lot going on, lots of people moving around, who for the most part were completely oblivious, or simply didn't care for another tourist with a camera.
What a year it's been for me, full of exciting, and sometimes daunting changes. For now, please enjoy my 2015 collection of images.
It just frustrated the hell out of me that people using a mobile phone camera could call themselves a photographer and get more attention in half an hour, than I'd get in a whole year with my own photography.
I decided that I won't write a long and rambling post of all the ups and downs of 2014. I have documented my year fairly well both here and on Instagram. In all, it was a pretty good year.