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DON'T RAGE AGAINST THE DYING OF THE LIGHT!

Posted on May 12, 2013 by
Raymond
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I have learnt one particular lesson from landscape photography and that is to not, as Dylan Thomas exhorted, 'rage against the dying of the light' but rather to ride its last decline like a surfer. In the death throes of the day the light can illuminate the smallest of flowers ... or encourage a forgotten rock to shine  ... or interrogate a tree to reveal its shadows. 

In that light a possibility exists to reveal a part of the world that had lain hidden in the nakedness of the blazing sun. I have found myself, as the sun was finally spent, crawling back to my campsite just as spent; sweating, hyper-ventilating and exhausted from an immersion in the light's last act. Not bad for a 60 year old to feel like a boy after his first kiss. But I do and that's a bloody good thing too.

Here are some photos, taken over the past year or so, where words might enrich the image. I'll start with this one:

THE RED MULGA

Tommie and I were camped off the side of the road past Marla in Central Australia. We established camp right just in time to see the last red light catching this ordinary looking mulga, giant red fingers suddenly emerging from its trunk. From 60 metres away I was able to change lens and take the photo. The photography lesson for me was a simple one. These images exist in the loneliest of places but you have to go there and bear witness. 

 

 

THE EXPLODING WALL

Two minutes before taking this image I was packing up. I could see the composition but it needed the sun to blast the wall and for the sky to clear. One last look back as I was about to drive off and everything was out again, like newly weds on their honeymoon.  The photography lesson for me was a simple one. ...  It ain't over til its over. 

 

 

WALPIRI WOMAN.

Ok so it wasn't last light but it was its bi-polar twin, FiRST LIGHT. This old woman was waking and starting to get her paints together for another day of art. She asked my for a cigarette which I didn't have. I asked her for a photo. We did a deal - a photo for a packet of cigarettes. The old lady sleeps in the Todd River. As I took the photo she swept her hair off her face and tried the best she could. The light caught the tear in her eye. My photography lesson. You have to walk in the creek beds to find Australia. 

 

 

I invite you all to our renamed SHOOTING FROM THE HEART PHOTOGRAPHY WORKSHOP. We can all hyperventilate like children on their first date together ... and that's a bloody good thing too. 

 

 

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Susan Portz
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Oh, Raymond. I have no more superlatives. Your words and your eye that bravely holds on, seeking everything.....I feel privileged to have stumbled upon this. Blessings to you and wee Tommie.
Raymond
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Hi Susan ... you are too kind .. Its all TRUE of course but you are too kind. 
QR
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Inspirational words and pictures yet again...no surprise there.. I look forward to more journeys ahead. Thank you
Raymond
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Could that be the famous QUEEN RENI of Burra Fresh? The legend of the Designer Breakfast ... Queen of the Egg Tartlet? Mistress of the Honeyed Yoghurt?
QR
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WHO???? She sounds amazing...
Ria
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Raymond and Tommy thank you for sharing so generously all these beautiful things: the tongue in (out for Tommy) cheek humor, your eye for light, beauty (posing), landscape, people. You are such a counterweight to ugliness and unconnectedness!
Raymond
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Hi Ria - I do invite people to visit our omline store. The book and photos are available for purchase. 
lee bruce
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Really enjoying the blog.It is a cold day today and am am looking for small things.
alisonkift
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i love the red treeit glows like its red hot.. so beautiful.you would love it here where i live lots of mountians trees fields,and woods.but a lot colder!....thnakyou for showing me all of this...im very sick and unable to travel these days ..
Glenda
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thanks Raymond for the welcome dose of big sky 
Jenni
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I have seen trees turn to fire when camped on the side of the Birdsville track. Lost in the immensity of the space yet feeling totally at home and connected with life and earth. What a wonderful experience one I yearn to have again.Thanks for reminding me of the wonder! :)