Sydney Flying Squadron – historic 18′ skiffs

I am a recent but proud member of the Sydney Flying Squadron (est. 1891), home of the historic 18′ skiffs. These shallow-draft wooden sailboats are replicas of designs that sailed from the early 1900s – 1940s. I usually crew aboard the mighty Scot (1906) but on Saturday 8th February 2014, half our regular crew were down with scurvy so I went out on the rescue boat and took some photos of the race. These gaff-rigged skiffs carry a huge sail area relative to their hull size and with spinnakers flying they are an eye-catching sight on the harbour. It was a typical summer’s day on Sydney Harbour, with a fresh nor’easter and challenging conditions that tested the tacticians, crews and skippers. Some fared better than others.

I also compiled a short movie from some stills and GoPro clips documenting the ups and downs of Top Weight on that same day.
Top Weight – A Day at the Races

The Last Supper

My favourite NZ artist (who wishes to remain anonymous to conceal her true character for fear it may prejudice her progress in a world that would love to but cant quite’t keep up with her), celebrates 2 years of art, friends and Woolloomooloo life with a Last Supper in the Autumn of 2013 before embarking on a new chapter in NYC. Fucking great party.

California roadtrip

From its garage in Mill Valley, Marin Co. the Mustang was packed, pumped full of premium petrol at $3.50 a gallon and pointed east towards the Sierras chomping at the bit to serve the purpose for which it was bought; roadtripping. Forty five years old and ready to roll. Candy Apple red but she’s a bruised apple; not cherry at all but well worn and showing signs of its age and lack of cosmetic care. Ditto the driver and navigator. Our only objectives were to join a few social dots on the map, to break with routine, to focus on views further away than 80cm and to increase resolution beyond 72 dots per inch. A Blue Highways getaway. Too easy.

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lightning storm

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1000 frames over an hour squished to 34 secs. music by decoder ring “naked snow”

puerto vallarta, summer 2010

 

 

Valle del Bravo

An audio visual tour of a house designed and built by ABAX in Valle del Bravo, Mexico.

PV streetscenes, barscenes

Yesterday evening me and friends hit the streets to do some final scenes of a movie we’ve been working on for a while.

Hot night. Rain. The bars and streets we were in oozed la mexicanidad. PV in the low season reverts to its mexican simplicity. Unpretentious and unaffected. Tourism ignored.
A night in front of and behind a camera. I enjoyed both.

Fiestas Patronales Punta Mita

Thursday June 30. The last night of the week-long celebrations in honour of Saints Peter and Paul, the patrons of the church in Emiliano Zapata, the pueblito on the outskirts of the Punta Mita residential development. A world away from their neighbouring golf courses, luxury villas and 5 star hotels.  Mexico in all its diversity, simplicity, contradictions and beauty.

Sayulita SUP

The second annual Punta Sayulita Longboard and Stand Up Paddle Classic contest was held at Sayulita over the weekend of 12 & 13th March 2011.

Adam Finer and Pacific Paddle Surf being major proponents and promotersof the SUP craze, got me access to a boat to get some shots of the event from the water.

There were some famous competitors from the world of SUP, incl. Gerry Lopez, Mr Pipeline himself.

A few personal observations:   Any board being ridden on a wave displays qualities of grace, even guts and grace in varying degrees, depending on the surfer’s style and abilities.  But racing SUPs around a course on flat water just looks awkward. In fact it looks about as natural and as comfortable as camel racing.  Bad posture, always struggling to maintain balance on something that doesn’t want to be stood on, little chance to establish a sense of rhythm; it’s everything that skiing, skating, surfing and snowboarding isn’t.

Racing these big boards seems more like a test of endurance, nothing else. Like carrying a backpack full of rocks on a steep, muddy trail. Even champions of the sport rarely look at ease when racing.  The high centre of gravity makes it a constant battle to control the board and rarely does it seem so comfortable that the board became a natural extension of the body;  akin to riding a horse that doesn’t want to be ridden.  I got a lot more fotos of awkward stances than I did of the few good’uns  published herein.

That was my challenge: to take fotos that didn’t make the paddlers look like they were about to do themselves a back injury!

Of all the people out on the water that day, the one definitely having the most fun was the dude in the outrigger canoe! Sit Down Paddle looks way cooler!

Point Arena Lighthouse

Point Arena, Mendocino County, California (January 2011)
Myself, a pug dog and a 66 mustang enjoy the late afternoon and evening at the lighthouse.

Fraser Island, Australia

Fraser Island lies just offshore the Queensland coast, a few hour’s north of Brisbane. It’s the world’s largest sand island. Home to dingos, perched lakes, big forests, wankers in 4WDs, the Kingfisher Resort and more sand than you can poke a stick at. I stayed there for 4 days with Jenny B and her 2 teenagers, Annika and Zigi.