I have news! BIG news! Blackcurrant Photography finally has a physical presence outside of the internet and the messy collection of half finished bursts of creativity that I refer to as my office. I was contacted out of the blue in late June and asked if I would be interested in selling some of my …
On a drizzly May 10th, Jason and I took a little trip to the Highgate/Mt Lawley area to get our hands on the demonically good salted caramel doughnuts from Mary Street bakery. The bakery is always packed and noisy, so we decided to brave the weather and go for a walk instead, up Mary street and then around the block.
The area is hilly, and has good views out towards the city. I hope you enjoy the photos I took.
This is my place in time. Mary street in Highgate is really something special. Lined with thick, bushy trees, it invites a walk along it if only to view the city from across the vacant lot in the middle of it. Halfway along Mary street is where you’ll find the former monastery alongside Sacred …
Howard street, which is roughly located on St Georges Tce, between London Court and Enex 100 (but on the other side of the street near Allendale square), is home to a little cluster of stunning heritage listed buildings.
To have Darren back making music, in an intimate concert, and actually get to meet him? A dream come true… to put it in context……. it’s like meeting Paul McCartney and have him play at your local pub after the Beatles split up.
Back in February, I was alerted to the news that the bridges were being removed. These photos span two dates, Februay 8th 2014, and May 28th, 2014. The bridges are due for destruction over the weekend 31st May.
Fare-thee-well bridges. Thank you for being so interesting! I passed under you many times on train trips throughout my childhood and early working life. I hope your beams are recycled, repurposed, and loved for many more years.
This prompt was one I’d struggled with choosing for a while, but as soon as we went past, I knew nothing else could really sum up the prompt as well as this. Generations of West Aussies have been hanging out here, whiling away the weekends since before I can remember.
So perhaps I step away from the notion that my first love is another human being. My first love was and always will be art, and in particular, photography. I would be heartbroken if the ability to record photographs was ever taken from me. It’s something I do every single day and is a huge part of who I am.
This is my place in time. #96 Street Lights. Despite my best efforts, I couldn’t find much information on this building’s former life. It’s located at 541 Stirling Hwy, Cottesloe and the photograph was taken in October 2013. This photograph was taken as part of the “My place in time” challenge. You can find out …
The Piccadilly was an art deco cinema in the heart of Perth’s CBD, the entrance at the Hay Street Mall end of Piccadilly arcade. The cinema was built in 1938 by an architect called William T Leighton, who (according to Wikipedia) also worked on well known Perth theatres The Cygnet, The Windsor, and several others now demolished or sitting unused (such as The Plaza). As you walked up the deco stairs to the cinema foyer there was a great wall of mirrors, and a mosaic ceiling made from little oblongs of mirrored glass.
The “My place in time” project started nearly a year ago, and so far has documented a number of places that have since disappeared or changed dramatically, this will be another of them. It makes me realise just how important this project has become to me, and maybe one day to my fellow Western Australians.
It was with mixed feelings then that I discovered that the beachfront set to change dramatically and one year from now will look completely different. Work has just started on building a sea wall at the left side of the beach near the groyne, and this will be followed with construction of a new entertainment area with three restaurants and a new surf club.
The “My place in time” project will be a year old next month and I’m still hard at work with it, though my focus has shifted slightly to recording the places, signs, and buildings that are important to me and which I fear may disappear in the not to distant future. It has actually become a nagging fear, and a compulsion to record these places. If not me, then who will? The fear stems from the lingering thought that I might be the only person that thinks to take a picture… and if I don’t, am I condemning that building/place/sign/memory/flower/moment in time to be lost forever?