01 June 2016

Bells, water, and ice


Three things led me to take this photo:

  1. I've been reading a story about a (ficticious) woman painter during the Dutch Golden Age (mid 1600's). I really like the way painters during this period used light. Looking at some of their paintings reminded me how much I love side light and the contrast between light and dark. The book, by the way, is The Last Painting of Sara de Vos by Dominic Smith.
  2. At this time of year (early winter) the light from the setting sun shines briefly through the window in our back door. It's a soft, golden light that angles it way into our kitchen.
  3. We have some clay bells hanging in our kitchen that happen to get touched by this wonderful light. The warmth of the clay (I'm talking colour, not actual temperature) and the accumulated dust make them a perfect subject that, for me, recalls images from an age long ago
Clay bells, Blacktown
I've had to create a new gallery just for this photo as it doesn't fit into any of the categories of my existing galleries. You'll find it in splendid solitude in the Others/Miscellaneous gallery.


Encouraged by the clay bells photograph, I went into Sydney early in the morning looking for more opportunities to experience great light. On the way there I was captivated by the silhouette of the Anzac Bridge against the dawn sky. Whilst I was taking the photo, I realized that there was another potential photo if the rising sun lit up the boats on the marina. Also, clouds were rolling in from the west and turning bright pink. Here are two very different images taken from the same vantage point.
Rozelle Bay marina at dawn, Glebe

Rozelle Bay marina at sunrise 2, Glebe
This last photo was taken only 20 minutes after the previous one. What I really like about this one is that it has a similar interplay between light and dark as the clay bells.

You can find these and other photos in the Other/City gallery.


With the onset of cold winter weather there were predictions of frost for Orange (about three hours drive from Sydney) so I decided to take a look. I left home at 3:45 am aiming to be at Orange just at sunrise.
The temperature at Lithgow, where I stopped off for a coffee, was -5 C with heavy frost. But by the time I got to Orange, the temperature was hovering around 0 C with no visible frost. So I returned home.
As I drove through Bathurst, which did have frost, some trees in a field caught my eye. In the process of trying to get back to the trees I managed to get lost and then found my way back along a small lane across some fields. That's when I came across the most amazing frost on a barbed wire fence. Needless to say, I never did get back to the trees in the field.
Ice wire parallel, Bathurst
You can see a few more photos of the frost in the Nature/West (of Sydney) gallery.

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