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The Importance of Reading Signs, many, many signs!

Three friends catching up for coffee and a little shooting, what could possibly go wrong? Little did we know that the afternoon would play out like a comedy of errors. Some too shocking to comprehend the gravity of at the time, but in hindsight, became more hilarious as the afternoon faded into evening.

Our chauffeur, none other than the lovely Nicole, drove us around in her less than 24 hours old, shiny new car. Uncharacteristically following more road rules and speed limits in fear of dirt and scratches, I was feeling a little less apprehensive about our afternoon drive in comparison to previous outings.

We get to our first destination, cruise straight through the carpark, past a sign that says “No Parking” and down a one lane road. Ordinarily, this isn’t too bad in the misdemeanor department, but when Nicole starts making little squeaking sounds like a shopping trolley wheel that needs oiling, we realise there is an enormous 4WD trying to squeeze past us on a one lane road. In her mind’s eye I am sure she was picturing large scrapes down the side of shiny new car that she would have to explain to her husband.

Shopping trolley stops squeaking and the crisis is averted as the 4WD makes it through and shiny new car is still a shiny new car. So, instead of reversing back to carpark, we continue on to the “No Parking” zone to save ourselves walking 50 metres to our shooting destination.

This time it is I making sounds akin to a demented seal. I see two other illegally parked cars on a collision course as a ute reverses at great speed and slams into a small sedan. I hear Nicole gasp, and honestly, everything else is a blur after that. I recall hearing the words “That’s it, I’m outta here!” as the accident site fades into the blur of warp speed and clouds of burnt rubber.

Incident One, Averted!!

By the time I blinked and regained a proper breathing pattern, we were on an unfamiliar road. This in itself, was quite a concern as I had driven the roads in this area repeatedly looking for things to shoot.

Then, interesting structures appeared that I hadn’t seen before and I was quite excited at the prospect of shooting this industrial landscape. But, in a nanosecond, excitement once again gave way to prickles of concern.

I realise we are in a restricted area and had driven past, not one, not two, but three signs and through two massive gates warning us not to enter.

Let’s just say the site may or may not rhyme with P and B, and may or may not be a refinery.

Signs of hyperventilation are starting to appear, and visions of puddles on Nicole’s shiny new seats were floating around my brain. All the while, I can here Shirl in the backseat making cooing sounds, and clicking away on her phone. (Yes, she came on a shoot armed with a phone and no camera.)

I see a turnaround spot and quickly suggest to Nicole it might be a good idea to use it. She stares at me for a second and sails right past it, and then grins at me. All the while, camera phone is going crazy in the backseat.

At this point Shirl pipes in and suggests that the next road we had just cruised by, might have been a good place to turn around. I think she is starting to feel my concerns. That, or she can smell the fear on my sweat drenched body. But NO, we keep on trucking to the end of the road and come to a halt.

Nicole just says “Oh!”

We look up into the golden light of the afternoon and see the silhouette of a car wash, with shining streams of water glowing in the backlight of imminent sunset. Shirl leans forward and says “Just breathe Tina, just breathe!”

I look at Nicole. She is bathed in the glow of the afternoon sun, and I can see the thoughts of less than 24 hours of dust, and burnt rubber being washed away in aforementioned car wash written all over her face.

Shirl just quietly says, “Don’t do it Nicole!” and just like that, Nicole snaps out of her daydreams and I am relieved to see we are on the move, and I once again regain control of my bladder.

Bladder control only lasted maybe a heartbeat, when someone pipes up and says, “crap, there’s two cars following us!”

I can smell freedom as the gates are only 50 metres in front of us. Sweat starts to dry up, breathing becomes easier and the fear of puddles is almost a distant memory. Phew!


Nicole pulls over inside, yes, INSIDE the gates to let the cars pass!! WTF!

At this point you probably realise I am not a rule breaker, taker of chances, or have full control of bodily functions.

The edges of my world are going black, but thankfully, it was only two workers leaving the refin… umm workplace. Once again we are on the road to the next destination and I regain my vision.

Incident Two, Averted!

Now, most people would assume that this would be enough action for the afternoon correct?

Incorrect! Incident Three is probably the most shocking of all…

Thinking we should take the afternoon to safer places, I suggest we head to a local shipping container yard to get some shots. For the record, I do regret suggesting this, and Nicole, I apologise profusely for my actions, and those of our dear friend Shirl.

Due to complete laziness and unwillingness to carry gear, I only had my 24-70 lens, which didn’t quite have the reach I needed. At this point I will admit to having some serious lens envy when Nicole whipped out her 70-200 and was wishing I had brought mine along too.

This soon turned to relief and a prayer of thanks that I am so lazy!

I headed off, probably 100m from Nicole, while Shirl sat in the car playing on her Phone. Shooting through the gates, I vaguely heard a loud sound, but involved in my shot, I ignored it.

This was followed by sounds of raucous laughter and moaning! Thinking the girls were being their usual silly selves, I carried on ignoring them. Taking a step to my left, I came face to face with an exceptionally large (remember how large this is later) sign. I took a step back and read the sign, and all of a sudden the loud sound I heard earlier, registered in my brain. It sounded like a bug zapper, only 500 times louder!

I glance back to the car and see Shirl in what can only be described as delirium of laughter. Her face bright red from trying to breathe, mouth agape, but no sound coming out! I look over to Nicole and see her laying on the ground.

I would like to add the disclaimer here that I thought she was taking the piss. I thought she was sitting down (albeit horizontally) and playing a practical joke. I am seriously ashamed to say that instead of running to her assistance, I raised my camera and took a shot!! Okay, a few shots. I know!! Horrible friend and delusions of grandeur at becoming a world class photo journalist.

I could already see the headlines. Photographer fails to render assistance to electrocuted friend in order to get The Shot!

Coming to my senses, I started to run (walk fast) toward her and then stop dead in my tracks. I yell at Shirl “Is she serious, or is she taking the piss?” Now I would also like to point out, that there was another person in this scenario that could have aided the still smoking Nicole.

Shirl was holding her stomach, weaving back and forth gasping for air and shaking her head. I still couldn’t work out if she was serious or not, but finally Shirl regained the ability to speak and assured me it was serious.

In hindsight, I am thankful I did not bring my 70-200 metal barreled lens and poke it through an electric fence. It’s like the game of Operation, don’t touch the sides and you won’t get buzzed. I guess Nicole never played that game as a child because she touched the sides and got fried.

Although she got a serious buzz, lost her vision, hearing and her legs would no longer hold her up, by the time I got to her, she was laughing hysterically. I later realise, this was shock setting in (no pun intended). So, being the supportive friends we are, we laughed along with her for the next 15 minutes. Needless to say, I think she realises we can’t be trusted in a crisis and that metal is a great conductor.

Sorry Nicole, but that is the most laughs I have had in a very long time.

Can we do it again next weekend?

Incident Three, NOT averted!

Moral to the story, don’t waste your money on putting signs everywhere, because no body reads them!

PS, No photos accompanying this post due to fear of retaliation 🙂


A Few Recent Edits

I always have good intentions of keeping up with this blog, but other things seem to get in the way.  Or, maybe I am just too lazy?  Either way, here are a few recent edits.

But, just to clarify, I do check out the Blogs of those die hard bloggers still doing it, but probably don’t comment as much as I should.  Suppose it comes back to that lazy thing again. 😦

Obviously you can tell I am on a textural rampage at the moment, but this too will pass 🙂

Have a fabulous day folks.
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Sharp Point, Albany, Western Australia

Fellow shooter Shawn Hayward and I went up to Sharp Point in Albany.  I have tried to photograph this spot many times, but the howling winds have thwarted me every time, and I have come home disappointed, vowing to go back another time to try again.

The afternoon was beautiful and calm, epic clouds forming, stunning blue water, colour to die for on the cliffs, what could go wrong?

I had borrowed the Canon 5DMIII to test drive.  I thought I had changed everything to how I wanted the camera set up, not so!  One big mistake and I once again came away disappointed.  Must change camera from JPEG to RAW!!! Duh right?   I thought I had, but in my rush, I hadn’t quite pressed the button hard enough.  So 90% of my shoot was in JPEG.

I went out not expecting to like the camera, and the first half hour or so, I really didn’t.  Who needs to read the manual right, it can’t be that different to the Mark II surely?  Ha!! It is amazing how you get to know your own camera back to front, and I can operate it without even thinking now.  The Mark III really isn’t that different, but some controls I use, after every shot are now on opposite sides of the camera back to what I am used to.

This made me start doing moves that a contortionist would be proud of with my right hand, completely ignoring the fact that I have a perfectly good left hand, dangling by my side doing nothing, NOTHING!!

And LIVE View!!  Where the heck was that?!  Which meant I spent a good chunk of valuable light trying to bring up my histogram because I pretty much can’t shoot without it now.  Once I actually figured out how to read one that is.  Thank you Nick Rains!!


By the end of an hour or so with a camera that I had no interest in wanting to own, I have come away very, very impressed with all that it can do, and it is now on my list of things that I NEED!

Bye for now, I am off to scour the house and sheds to see what things my husband doesn’t need anymore to fund my burning need to own this camera. 🙂

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Old Quarantine Station, Albany WA

I see dead people

I recently met up with a fellow blogger Jordan Cantello.  I’d been following his work for some time, and when the opportunity arose to finally meet him and go on a shoot, how could I refuse?

I got permission to go into part of what was a Quarantine Station in Albany and here a just a few images from that morning.

Cheynes II

I see dead people map of oz Quaranup Jetty

It’s Been Awhile

Well, I have well and truly neglected my blog for no other reason than, I’ve been busy being lazy, and Facebook is quite the time wasting maggot!!  So time to start posting regularly again!

After a particularly long day at work and dealing with an extremely arrogant/rude customer at the end of it, I drove straight to one of my favourite places to regroup.  The clouds started playing the game nicely, and then a very small window of colour shone through and made my day a whole lot nicer.

Albany Yacht Club

Albany Yacht Club

Home Valley Station

While having intermittent internet service, I decided to share some of the hundreds and hundreds of images I have taken while on a photographic with Nick Rains and Christian Fletcher and a bunch of lovely talented photographers.


Dunsborough Group Outing

Well it’s been a long time since I posted.  No excuses, I’ve just been slack.

Recently a group of photographers who met online got together for a weekend of shooting and sharing in Dunsborough, WA.  Thanks guys for a great weekend.  So I thought I would share some images from our trip.

Karijini Colours

Taken on a recent workshop with Christian Fletcher, Peter Eastway, Tony Hewitt and a whole bunch of talented photographers.


Images Before & After Editing

A little video I made about my images and how changes, big or small, can make a vast difference to RAW files.

Mothers Day Blues

When people ask how many children I have, I tell them only one.  I lie!  I have three children, I just don’t have the privilege of two of my daughters.  You see, Sarah was stillborn in 1990, and we had Brianna for only 3 blessed hours in 1991 before she left us.

But people never want to hear that, or even know how to deal with what that all entails as a friend.  So, many of my friends don’t know about ‘all’ of my girls, and I often grieve in private with my daughter and husband.  I remember one “friend” yelling at me when an overwhelming, suffocating moment of grief overtook me at the most inopportune time (as it does).  This was 15 years after I lost both of them and she told me I was being stupid, and I just needed to get the hell over it!!  Needless to say, she is no longer a friend.

For those of you that have lost children, you know, there is no getting “over” it!  There is only getting through it.  We learn to cope with the pain and deal with others uncomfortable moments the best way we know how.  Often at our own expense.  There is no time limit to grief, and no measure on how much love we have for our kids even if we don’t have them any more.  And many like me, have a love hate relationship with Mothers Day!

Mothers Day is often the hardest day of the year for me.   This day is never a good one in our house.  My daughter is amazing and has never tried to make it something that I was not comfortable with.  Only last year she told me that it is only one day of the year.  That she should cherish me like everyday was Mothers Day and not put so much emphasis on one date on the calender!

Would I change things if I could?  in a perfect world, yes I would and I would love to have them back.  But the reality is, if I did have them, I wouldn’t have Liana!!  I am thankful every day (good and bad parenting days) that I have her.

I believe that everything happens for a reason, good or bad, and it’s how we choose to deal with the good and the bad is the most important thing of all.  For those of you that know me personally may not agree, but I try to be positive, kind and loving.  I love to laugh and have fun, and I cherish those who are most important to me. After all, life is about living and having fun.  And for the most part I succeed.  I have a wonderful life, and have amazing friends, new and old, and each one of you has given me something amazing to cherish and learn from.  I only hope I give in return.

So, what was the point of this post? Purely selfish!

This is the first Mothers Day of mine, that I am completely alone.  Hubby is away working and out of phone contact, and my daughter is on holidays with her partner and  I am in a wallowing/grateful frame of mind.

If you have taken the time to read this far, I thank you and I only ask one thing of anyone reading this.  Grab your partner, children, friends and loved ones and hug them, tell them you love them.  Never let it be left unsaid, because fate can, and often does take that opportunity away from us.  After all, who doesn’t love to be hugged?

Electronic hugs are gratefully accepted by email at or SMS a big hug to 043 9943 066   😀

Have a great Day tomorrow and to all my friends……I love you 🙂

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