Cameras, video cameras and even projectors were a staple of my childhood – my Dad was always a keen photographer, he took some truly stunning black and white shots of my Mum during the early years of their marriage, way back in the 1970s – some of which I’ve only just seen. And as a kid I always remember there being a heavy camera with a dense a robust lens on many an office or coffee table.

There were also numerous times when the video camera (arguably the size of bazooka at the time) was blinking it’s red light at me, recording various high school Christmas Nativity plays (I was usually a Shepard) or when I was skiing in Europe, clad in an embarrassing puffy shell-suit, comprised entirely of a shocking array of 80′s fluro colours.

I vividly remember Santa giving me one of those fantastic toy cameras (originally called The Viewmaster), where you would click and it clacked a new image in front of your eyes. I honestly thought it was the coolest thing ever, to the point where I deluded myself into believing I was taking a new photo each time (despite the reality of it continuously cycling through the same 10 photos) regardless of what was ACTUALLY in front of me.

The 10 pictures came on a card disc and were rather like the negatives you used to get with your photos using a 35mm camera. Each image was then magnified when you looked through the viewer, so that as a kid they appeared as large as a TV-sized image. It was certainly better than any Kaleidoscope I’d ever had, even if it was limited to a few photos. It made an awesome sound too.

I didn’t get my own “real” camera until middle school, which funnily enough I won in the school raffle. I remember it was painted silver and it looked really expensive, but when I was given it, I was bitterly disappointed because unlike all the cameras I’d seen at home, this one was a light-weight, made of  nasty plastic, with a cheap airbrushed silver look, a no-name brand that didn’t even have a flash.

Fast forward a few decades and I’d gone through a few digital cameras, always handy to capture parties and friends – but nothing that would really capture moments as it were. I use to pull some decent shots from my old Canon IXUS but nothing that I would ever call close to being “professional”.

So in late 2009, I invested in a Canon Digital SLR – several weeks rent, well spent as they say.

Since then, I’ve been putting it to good use and the definition and colour of my photos has come on in leaps and bounds. The difference is quite remarkable at times, even if the photos themselves aren’t always living up to the capabilities of the device itself.

I would never classify myself as a photographer, I’m acutely aware of my technical limitations and utter naivety about what makes a good photo. There are so many truly inspirational photographers out there in the world, who operate on an entirely different level, capturing images that defy logic and take your breath away. Photos that us mere mortals, could only ever dream of taking.

If you read this blog regularly, you’ll know that 2010 has been an incredibly dramatic year for me. But along the way, I’ve had my camera by side – documenting it all, even at some of the most inopportune moments. I think that is what photography should be about, being bold, harnessing a sense of occasion and revealing elements of the world around us, which we are normally blind to or simply take for granted.

With these images below, I hope you’re able to get some insight into the journey I’ve been on thus far, the places I’ve experienced and the emotions I’ve lived through since the start of 2010.

From each of the places I’ve been to, I’ve selected photos of personal significance or simply because I liked the shot.

Simply click on any image to view the rest of the photos in that album, or view the entire collection on my Flickr page.

I hope you enjoy these photos, notice their faults, see their strengths and let the feelings and emotions I tried to convey in each, resonate with you.

Even now, some of these are hard for me to look at, but I think that’s why I took them to begin with.

NORFOLK , UNITED KINGDOM MARCH (2010)

BARCELONA, SPAIN MARCH (2010)

AUTUMN IN SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA (2010)

HOLIDAY IN KIAMA, SYDNEY AUSTRALIA APRIL (2010)

MELBOURNE CITY, AUSTRALIA MAY (2010)

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If you’d asked me at the start of 2009 if I would get the chance to see Arsenal play at The Emirates Stadium in North London as part of their 2009-2010 campaign, I would have said “No chance in hell sadly!”

But due to sheer luck, I was able to see my favourite team not once but TWICE this season. Both times I used a Thomas Cook Match Day Break package, you essentially get one night in a cool hotel in London and tickets to a premiership game. There’s no way the public can access tickets because every game is a sold out to members. People who have season tickets to see Arsenal keep them in the family haha they’re like the golden ticket handed down from generation to generation. I saw them take on Aston Villa December 27th 2009 and West Ham March 20th 2010.

I’d see them play previously back during The Invincibles campaign back at Highbury, but this was the first time I’d seen them at the new stadium. The date December 27th 2009, the opponent Aston Villa. It was a truly amazing experience sitting in that stunning stadium watching my heroes. From staying up early to watch their games online, to reading club updates every day, to buying the shirt and wearing the merch, from engaging in banter with all my soccer friends and championing the Arsenal cause, all the way back to supporting them at highschool – to be sitting there, part of the new era for the club, in a wonderful stadium swelling with 60,000 red shirts really did blow my mind.

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Aston Villa December 27th 2009
It was a fantastic game, one of the highlights of the season for the team. Locked at 0-0 after an frantic first half and desperately needing a win to stay in the title chase, Arsene Wenger opted to bring on the Arsenal Captain and talisman Cesc Fabregas (aged 22).

This is what happened in 28 short minutes. Absolute genius.

Arsenal 3 Vs. Aston Villa 0 In The Preimer League 09\10, Round 19

The match actually ended 3-0 to Arsenal, with Abou Diaby sliding in a neat finish right near full time.

As you can imagine, I went home a very happy camper indeed! To see your team win is one thing, to see them win in such dramatic fashion really was the icing on the cake. The atmosphere as you can imagine, was simply electric, literally you could hear the energy of 60,000 people going bananas crackling in the air.

West Ham March 20th 2010.
Less than three months later, I got to see them play again, this time against relegation threatened West-Ham – who were literally fighting for their lives. I was actually in the UK with my mum at the time, so I thought it would be great to bring her along and let her enjoy the atmosphere and see how football SHOULD be played in the purest sense of the word. One touch passing, vision, skill, tricks, twists and turns – all carried off with confidence, class and style, the Arsenal way.

It was another standout game of the season, not because we went 1-0 in 13 minutes, but because defender Thomas Vermaelen we red carded soon after for what can only be describe as a “dubious” tackle directly in the box. West Ham stepped up for the penalty, if it had gone in Arsenal would have had a mountain to climb, a man down and drawing level inside 20 minutes….but instead this happened!

Arsenal v West Ham United

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So there you go, two visits to Arsenal in the 2009-2010 season, two stunning wins, a world-class cameo from Captain Cesc Fabregas, a fine penalty save from Manuel Almunia and 60,000 friends hugging, screaming, chanting and rejoicing at the effort, performance and dedication the team displayed.

As it stands, Arsenal finished the season a very very respectable 3rd (considering the amount of injuries we had) and I am so proud to have been a part of their season, it’s an experience I’ll never forget.

GO THE GUNNERS!

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I’m sitting here in my Dad’s office in the heart of Nofolk in the United Kingdom, overlooking the field beyond, with snow gently falling all around. It’s peacefully calm, bitingly crisp and it feels like the world has been temporarily muted – to the point where I’m not even sure what time of the day it is.

Just to show you that I’m not some whimsical writer with a habit of embelishment, here’s a video I literally just shot from being outside. This is the view from my window.

There is something really comforting and clarifying about spending a few days here in the countryside, huddled away from distractions and the general buzz of any metropolitan city.

It’s quite a therapeutic, if obviously cold experience – there’s this vast space for your thoughts, fears, hopes and dreams to run free amongst. I know that for some, it might be a bleak picture, but here, in the moment, you can smell the scent of damp leaves in the air, burning wood on log fires and hear the sound of  frosty grass crunching under your feet.

My step-brother Oliver thought it would be fun to take me into the woods and show me a camp site he built, several summers ago deep in the forest. It was a place he said “Where I could do my own thing and not have to worry about anything else.” So with trepidation and quiet excitement I ventured out with him, in search of those long lost childhood memories of the unexpected and carefree kind.

Now to give you an insight, as to what it was like –  you can see a quick video below, which I shot in the depths of the wintry forest itself.

As you can see from the clip, it was like being lost in the land of Narnia! To be perfectly, honest I was half expecting Mr Tumnas to appear next to me and ask me in for tea and biscuits.

Instead foxes, deer and Jackalope scattered past, black blurry shapes scuttling off into the distance, their footprints etched in the snow. I fought my way through the razor sharp brambles and wire fences, a little spooked and certainly overwhelmed by the beauty of it all. And I’m not ashamed to admit it, I even fell over, sliding down a ditch onto my ass.

Snow plus ditch = the perfect slide.

It really is worlds apart from my life back home in Sydney, physically and especially mentally – 22 hours to get here, but many more years between my childhood home and current dwelling. I’ve been capturing lots of photos and images, to document my 11 days here, including my trip to London.

Click on the slide show below, to see the images I’ve taken so far, I hope you like them, I’d like to think they’re an accurate portrayal of this moment.

I think it’s always nice to have photos, after all they serve as the perfect fuel to reignite lost memories don’t you think?

Hope you’re having a great start to the New Year

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