I spent most of the day working through my website and adding some much needed descriptions to some of the projects I’ve done. The Carnarvon Cup work is on there, too. Clicking on the image below should take you to the site. Check it out. Pass it on.
Archive for September 2009
While in Carnarvon we did some hunting. For me, this entailed running about 500m through the bush after Tim’s dog Mako. It was hunting, in a traditional way, with swiss army knives. No guns, or bows or traps. Just a couple knives, our legs and a great dog. For the record, Mal and Tim did the killing, but I didn’t stab myself, so I see that as a victory over the goats.
I just had a visit from a couple great friends. Unfortunately their reasons for being in Sydney were not the happiest, but despite life’s adversities they keep on smiling in the face of it. They bring the rest of us along with them too when it comes to smiles. Great to have you guys here.
A group of guys who were at the Carnarvon Cup, the guy on the right cracks me up. He seems to be the black sheep of the group. Just another request for a group portrait by a bunch of drunk guys.
That’s pretty much what everyone saw this morning when we woke up. The sydney dust storm made headlines around the world. I only saw the end of it, thanks to a good sleep in.
From our front room, looking down on Centennial Park.
The Pacific Ocean + Dust.
so here is one of Red Bluff. A pretty popular (by WA standards) surf spot.
The team at Horizon Power were nice enough to give me a tour of the Carnarvon power plant.
Everyone I spoke to seemed to think I was crazy for wanting to see it, but a town of 7000 people that’s that isolated and needs a power plant seemed kind of interesting to me. The plant runs on both diesel and natural gas with 80% of power output coming from diesel. Greg, the guy who showed me around was an electrician, and unfortunately I was informed that I couldn’t photograph anyone’s face. Which kind of defeated the purpose for me, I thought it might generate some interesting images. Luckily Greg was also at the race, in bright red shorts and thongs, as promised. His wife Cathy was a Clerk of Course, not to be confused with the Clerk, of course as I’d initially understood her title to be.
Here are two ends of the very loud Natural Gas engines. It was interesting that no flash was allowed. There are UV sensors that shut the gas off immediately when there’s a spike in UV radiation. Apparently the sensors aren’t as quick as the gas would be if there were a leak and I’d strobed it up.
My Iphone crashed. It stank, I was trying to update the system, and it just didn’t want to go on. It had all the recordings of names and soundbites from WA. I was bummed.
Thanks, though to David Pirie, and old school friend of mine, I was able to somewhat hesitantly work through it all and get the audio and notes back. It’s funny that on top of my CF cards I’d want to risk losing more information with audio.
I’m hoping it’ll be worth it. I put together a little multimedia interview with a couple I interviewed about their gold. I think I mentioned them in the previous post. It’s uploading to youtube as we speak and I’ll link to it as soon as it’s ready.
Until then, here’s a shot of Tim and Emma’s house in Carnarvon. After we came home drunk one night. I think you can make out Tim sitting on the front veranda with his legs up. It’s just that type of town.