The darkened dirty streets reflected a vibrant light. Zombie paced office workers left the crammed metropolis. The 9-5 shift was over, their shoulders bound by modern technology. For the what was the working day to them, just another job to be done or were they enslaved by their portable screens? Tomorrow they will find out as the cycle continues…

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Written and edited on a my Google Nexus while travelling.

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Rose Bay Please


Ushered by an overworked conductor I made my way to the awaiting battered old vehicle, stickers strewn, broken and stripped. The taxis missing hub caps caused an uneasy unbalance; the station wagon leaning relaxed by the roadside. My thoughts crept up with my eyes…was this a taxi?

Fixated on my thoughts the driver leered over from the safety of this sanctuary, Broken English seemingly fitting his decrepit ride, “whereyou need to go?”

“Rose Bay” I announced, trying to mask my harrowing voice.

“Rose Bay? I know you come?”  I nodded with hesitation agreeing to the shady reply.

After the drivers second attempt to unlock the rusty boot he continued to shake his head with frustration as I waited, heavy luggage in hand. The taxis behind me felt uneasy, the disorganised flurry continued to draw an uneasy attention. Suddenly the boot sprang open and an awkward smile hurried towards me.

My bags flew as they were propelled away, landing with a thickened thud into the open boot. Quietly I made my way to the rear passenger seat and calmed my anger. The driver jostled for rank as we exiting Sydney’s busy domestic airport, his fingers awkwardly flicked between the GPS and wheel as he typed in the destination.

Looking into his rear view mirror the broken conversation seemed pointless but I unwillingly engaged.

“Good trip?” He asked to which I detesting replied “yep”.

The minutes passed and foreign driver appeared in his element, comfortable in the wet, driving to the uneasy rhythm of rubber and metal etching its way into the dirty windscreen.  The illuminated road twisted and turned before us until it disappeared into the darkened tunnel.

Almost as if on cue once we were bound to the narrowing darkness the driver tapped his disconnected GPS and murmured “which way, left or right?” It was then my heart sank knowing my instinct and guard had slipped, fooled by my long journey and jet lag – I had chosen the wrong cab.

“I have no idea” I replied in disgust.  An uneasy silence lingered, turning to face me the driver replied, “no worry I know”.

Worry I did! Frustratingly the highway had become a distant memory in the ordeal. Side streets and traffic lights became a recurring norm.  The rain had stopped and the streets were now full of water. Shaking his head the driver tapped the GPS; the small stagnate red dot lay entangled in a myriad of mess, yellow lines overlapped three to four fold. The trip was turning into a tourist bus nightmare, just without the therapeutic commentary of a Sydney-sider.

Coaching our way across Sydney we managed to traverse the iconic Sydney Harbour Bridge for the second time before the driver noted his defeat. A forced iPhone landed in my hand as the desperate driver’s eyes quickly glanced and landed on mine. He spoke quickly “you look up and take me.” I acknowledged his request feeling a sense of pity.

I typed in my destination dodging the cracks of his dilapidated screen.  Handing the phone back he insisted on driving in the heavy wet traffic while holding his phone to which I strongly disagreed. Instead I turned on Google Maps on my trusty Nexus and was relieved to hear the therapeutic voice of the assistant. “Turn right in 200m.” Ah the serenity.

Following the direction of Google my driver managed to find my destination in just over one hour. After the ordeal, I felt pity on the driver so I decided to give him a flat fee of $60 as by now the meter would have been in the hundreds. He thankfully replied shaking my hand apologising profusely.

So now it is the morning after and based on my story the best advice I can give – don’t judge a book by it’s cover, instead judge a cab by its condition!

Arriving In Sydney


Boarding a mosaic of patchwork symmetry the rows of seats sat empty awaiting their passengers. I clambered through to the end of the plane where the tail spoke a louder hum. Numbness set in early, the plane rumbled and briefly shook, accelerating weightless in the sky.

The overhead signage switched off providing freedom to some agitated passengers who showed a fear of Cathisophobia. Like horses at a starting gate, loud children climbed rows of seats dodging unsuspecting passengers as they played in their mid-air playground. The game had begun. Just as small child’s head disappeared behind a seat a replacement would take watch, giggling with a smile big enough to evoke reactions from the engaging crowd. The fiasco continued for a few hours before the screams broke my vanishing solitude.  I was surrounded and my head began to throb. My headphones didn’t seem to provide enough protection from the agony.

My small space was interrogated even further by my fellow passenger as his hairy leg recited a small child on a bouncy castle. Occasional jabs in the back from an uncomfortable commuter reminded me I was yet again in the class of cattle. My rejected upgrade was laughing at me from behind closed curtains towards the front of the plane.

Despite my “adventure” I managed to keep a sound mind, for I was on a journey – a window of opportunity which rarely showed.

Pastels of watery bliss began appearing in broken clouds. The big city awaited me, thick clouds lingered as golden hues shone lost in the darkening overcast sky. The slight dribble of rain could be seen as the descent unveiled my final destination.

I had arrived. Sydney was now my place, my pad and my home.

 

March 22nd – Leigh Diprose’s WA Farewell


 

This post is intended for the local audience

Leigh Diprose

If I have impacted your life through my life (photography related or non photography related) over my years in WA I would love to say goodbye to you before my big move to Sydney.

Family, friends, online followers, work colleagues past and present… if we have or haven’t met be sure to come along and say hello or goodbye before I go. Let me know if I have impacted your life in Western Australia. It would really mean a lot.

I’m organising a bit of a farewell at the Aviary in Perth, Western Australia so I would love to see you. I will be at the Aviary from 7.30pm on Friday 22nd March..

The evening will be casual so feel free to bring partners and friends. So on that note I look forward to seeing you there.

If you would like to get in contact with me my phone number is 0408 957 090.

 

Electricity


Waiting, I watched the gentleman patiently stand in the crisp cold night air. He rubbed his hands together cupping his mouth to keep the cold at bay. The still morning hung silently as a growing energy surrounded me.

Deadpan in appearance, cold iron tracks stretched from my feet into the darkness, waiting for the ride to pass. The faint click-clack of moving metal echoed and encompassed my surroundings.

The atmosphere grew dense and sharp as hissing sparks leaped and danced on the wires above. The screaming whip-like crack had marked the arrival of the train. The growing light seemed to emerge from nowhere as the graceful snake-like movement of the locomotive rolled around the corner, arriving silently at the morbid station.

Fremantle

 

Photographed with the Fujifilm X-Pro 1

Edited and written while listening to the track – Anti Gravity by Lindsey Stirling

THE MEDIUM RESOLUTION PHOTO CAN BE DOWNLOADED HERE

THE LOW RESOLUTION PHOTO CAN BE DOWNLOADED HERE

Until Next Time – Happy Shooting.

Rottnest Swim 2013


The 2013 HBF Rottnest Channel Swim kicked off at the crack of dawn this morning so I went down to Cottesloe Beach to capture some photos of the start.

The first group of swimmers left Cottesloe Beach at 5.45am to undergo the 19.7km swim to Thompsons Bay, Rottnest Island. The rest of the groups left the beach in 15 minute intervals after the first group. Swimming groups were made up of either one of four categories; solo, duo (teams of 2), team (teams of 4) or Lavan Legal Charity Challenge (teams of 4). Colin Barnett, the Premier of Western Australia sounded the hooter for each of the groups to start their epic journey.

The first photo I captured was probably the most difficult due to the lack of light. Fortunately the cameraman at Channel 9 had a very powerful video light which I was able to use to frame the first photo. Although I did have to use ISO 8000 so I could use a fast enough shutter speed.

I wanted to try to portray the salt of the ocean in my photographs so I decided to produce some high contrast black and white photos. These 25 photos are the end result. If you wish to use these photos commercially please credit with the following details: Leigh Diprose – www.leighdiprose.com

These images are free for anyone to use. If you would like a high resolution copy please email me at leighdiprosephotography@yahoo.com.au and I will forward a copy to you.

Rottnest Swim

Rottnest Swim

Rottnest Swim

Rottnest Swim

Rottnest Swim - Colin Barnett

Rottnest Swim - Colin Barnett

Rottnest Swim

Rottnest Swim

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