Are you harvesting your dancefloor energy?

We went on an adventure to the Australian Museum to see the latest Climate Change Exhibition earlier this year and it was a great exhibition to visit.

I love an exhibition that has various ways of interacting with the information being presented. There as video, sculptural installations, computer generated interactive programs, and a nightclub dancfloor where you could dance your butt off and make the energy that lit up the dancefloo beneath you. Cool. Always the scientist, Mr K made sure to monitor how much energy he could generate.

The wall of postiive affirmations was a cool idea and it was great to see how many young people wanted to write on a card and share what they were going to do for their environment.

As it was a realistic exhibition I could see many would come away feeling quite grim although there were plenty of suggestions of small things that would make a small difference if people chose to take action.

I was surpised the exhibition was somewhat empty, I don't know whether that was because it was such a lovely day outside and Sydney was a the beach or the public are just a little tired of hearing about it. I'm not sure. I am definitely happy I went though. Well worth it.

Sydney - the Windy City of Dust

You have most likely discovered by now, via one form of communication or another, be it on the internet, tv, radio or good old fashioned word of mouth, that today started out for many in a peculiar fashion. With a  dusty red dawn and an eerily musical wail of sirens in the air. I sit here now watching the skies turn blue as if the dust storm we awoke to had never happened.

As I woke I peered with one sleepy eye through the gap of the blinds to see what weather the morning was bringing, expecting the usual clear blue to be sparkling in, or perhaps a muted overcast grey. But with a 'wake up! Look at the sky!' I saw only a deep orange pervading every window. In our dressing gowns we rushed out the front and then out the back, bemused, I did not think to grab my 'real' camera. So please excuse the picture quality. It was just too bizarre but I would like to share the pics and our experience with you anyway.

I felt the fine layer of sand coating the bottoms of my feet as we padded around the backyard with out little cameras and quiet, curious comments. I am so glad I ran out to bring in the washing after dusk last night when light raindrops started to spot the paving in the back courtyard!

The silence being cut by sirens felt like I was in a movie being rained on by the fallout of an atomic bomb. Listening to the sirens, we jumped straight on to the internet and only 3 minutes prior had an article been posted on the Sydney Morning Herald website! So, a dust storm. That's a relief. Sort of. Depending on what you read.

The red soon gave way to a dirty, gritty yellow sky and people soon started on their way again.

The view from atop the Ashfield plaza.

I have some images from my iphone which I will be uploading later on. Got lots of editing to do from yesterday's shoot!

A City of Villages - Sydney

Well, if you live in Sydney's inner city suburbs you may have already received a copy of the City Residents Guide. Recently I had the pleasure of running around the city for 2 days and meeting and shooting random people that resided in the inner city, accompanied by Jo Sharpe, the Editor of the Guide. Although we met a lot of great people and took lots of shots, below is a small snapshot of the suburbs we covered mostly on foot!

From Sydney Park and St Peters..

to the CBD and The Rocks..

from Elizabeth Bay and Kings Cross...

to Glebe and the Fishmarkets. I know it doesn't rhyme.

Last stop. Refern.

Colours and textures of a Friday sky

What a fabulous sky show Sydney provided on Friday, cars swerved and slowed as mesmerised drivers listened to howling winds, were surrounded by numerous rainbows and watched dark clouds roll in and overtake a clear blue sky.

Bright warm sunshine burst through curtains of cloud to dance on treetops.

Standing still I heard planes overhead, the wind in my ears and sirens wailing in the distance. My skin rippled with goosebumps and my hair wipped about my face. The warmth of the studio was seeping under the door ajar and teasing my bare toes to return. I leapt off the step to snap more frames, energised by the frenetic energy in the air.

Just as I was about to retreat the sun made one last magnificent appearance before retreating and putting and end to the day.