After Every Flood Comes a Drought

Way back on the 26th July 2016, I received a message from my friend Sasha – asking if I was available and willing to exhibit my photography during SALA 2016!

I have 10 A2-framed photos in SALA2016 !

ASIDE: 2010 was the last time I participated in SALA. There has not been a day since that I haven’t thought about doing it again. But money is strict, so I never imagined I’d ever get another chance.

But it appears to be true that “after flood there is drought“.

About 30 minutes later, I somehow managed to twist my right knee left and right, dislocating the knee plate TWICE! Aaaaaaaaaaaaargh!

There is more to this story regarding the ambulance ride and the hospital time, but that is reserved for close friends and family on Facebook.

Since then I have been on crutches and other leg wrapping to decrease the severe inflammation within my right knee. How the hell did I do that?

Thankfully it appears (according to X-Rays and an MRI) I did not tear my ACL. The Orthopaedic surgeon determined I only had a patello femoral dislocation .

Initially we believed I had wedged my knee between the cupboard handles beneath the sink I was standing in front of . Turns out I’d have to be 10cm taller in my lower leg to do that! So I suspect now that the weight of child in my left arm was a contributing factor.

The MRI showed “a stretched muscle around the right of the knee with a tear along its length, not across its width“. That was the best news for me. It meant the muscle will heal quicker, though there will be a knotted feeling. I can live with that. So no surgery required, only lots of physiotherapy. Good, because that I can do.

At the first hospital visit they gave me a solid reinforced black leg brace. It had only one purpose – to keep my leg straight. But that was getting more painful – because the muscles were not moving, they were going solid under the skin.

Without consultation, I changed to a skin-toned compression band. Oh, the pain has lessened dramatically and it’s so much easier to get around. It’s going to heal quicker now.

My Orthopaedic specialist changed to the 0-90degree knee brace [IMG]. This forces the knee to sit up without falling left or right whilst the plasma buildup reduces, yet enabling me to bend the knee sufficiently. This is a much better way to recover, particularly that I can walk just a little bit. Well, with crutches. Because initially is was ever so painful to put any weight on the leg at all!

So I am slowly on the mend.

Well, Balm Me, That Soothes the Pain!

Thanks to a new friend, Tim McGrath CEO of VitalXan , I am now applying Mangosteen Muscle & Joint Balm [IMG] upon my swollen knee up to three times a day.
The product is cooling, relaxing and makes a noticeable difference to the swelling each time I apply it.
If anyone is interested in trying this product for similar problems, contact me via social media.

Curb Negotiation on Crutches

On the downside, I had to negotiate this curb at the Flinders Private Admin to get from a ‘faux parking zone’ across to the orthopaedic clinic – and back again.

If you look closely, they seem to have removed the sloped path and rebuilt the concrete edging. Yet there is still painted lines for pedestrians on the car-park bitumen!

I wonder how much repeat business they get from customers who don’t survive the car-park obstacle course?

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I am now a Youtubing Vlogger

A Youtubing Vlogger. Does that sound right? Should it be a Vlogger who Youtubes? Anyhow, it’s heaps of fun.

It’s early days yet, I am getting the hang of it all. I use Movavi for editing all the interesting moments in my life.

Most recently I took the perfect opportunity to video my friends and I drinking very dead wine that had been unearthed from various wine cupboards.

I took my camera, my phone, a very dead red and a lot of bravado – which was handy, because despite appearances on the night, I really wasn’t sure how a video camera would impact the ‘casualness’ of the situation. ANYHOW, Here are a few of the videos from the night:

Before I left at the end of the evening (because I have two beautiful children who need me home sober), I heard a lovely female friend saying That’s Stephen! HE is our wine night photographer!” That’s all I heard, which is probably good, my head was already having trouble getting out the front door.

It was a fun night mostly because I hadn’t seen some of those people in about 4 years. I took a step back from it all just before my first son was born. But he is a few days away from his 4th birthday – so I have rejoined the rest of the world. Sigh. My 15m0 son is beginning to latch onto Dad, so I shudder at how long this freedom will last.

So I am slowly becoming a Daddy Vlogger. I had planned a different Youtube existence, but this is lots of fun!

Now I post videos from our regular visits to places where parents can enjoy coffee before chasing children: Zoos, Wildlife Parks, and Westfield playgrounds. South Australia has many of these, but we most like the Cleland Wildlife Park.

Expect to see a lot of videos where I have fun giving animals and park furniture a tourism-description or amusing-myth.

That’s all for now. I need an outro – the new in word that has the opposite meaning to an intro(-duction). Maybe this can be it.

  • Be good to your parents, eat your veggies, brush your teeth, and enjoy your day.

Hey, that works!

Oh, my blog won’t end suddenly. Yes, it has been a while. But now that I am talking to camera, I have stuff to say again. My mind is open to whole lotta new subjects – thanks to the power of the camera!

Farmers are Entrepreneurs

Somehow I stumbled upon Penelope Trunk’s website this morning. Very quickly I read this quote below – which reminded of conversations I have had recently – so I had to share it!

Farming is changing a lot. It’s a lot like what you say about how corporations won’t take care of you and you have to take care of yourself.

… by Penelope’s farmer

Yes, I will most likely become a farmer within the next 12 months. It will mean moving our family to Kangaroo Island; Bees will be our main focus, plus we plan to keep goats, chickens, geese, vegetables, and a dog. My wife and our kids will move over first, I will follow them after I complete a few job contracts here in Adelaide. Many factors to consider first before this is all finalized. But it will happen.

Smoking the BeesThen I found this comment on the article that says exactly why farmers are entrepreneurs. So I have adapted the comment text to best fit our situation:

It’s true: Beekeeper farmers are entrepreneurs and marketing gurus.
We have to be: With family farm’s nearing extinction due to government intervention, middleman markups and overall high economic issues, they have to find a way to make their money at a grassroots level.
Many farmers combat this by creating their own product or restricting their product range. Rather than selling their product to international and impersonal conglomerates, now make their own boutique or unique products – then sell them to niche markets and a smaller customer base.
What’s amazing about entrepreneurial farmers is they manage to create a means of carrying on a family-owned business. By creating high-quality premium products – local products that defy corporate enterprise – they will stand out in their local community. Better yet, they often preserve their land, keeping the environment pristine and natural, instead of selling it off to real-estate developers.

Penelope also says exactly why I look forward to being a farmer after twenty five years of Adelaide city life.

That felt good to tell you all. May the future also be entrepreneurial for you!

Oakbank Race Course

Whilst going through all my Flickr photographs for a handful to add to a new album, I found these few photographs shot during my younger brother’s 40th birthday. Figured they needed a little air-time. All shot on a Canon 400D.

210-degree Pano of Oakbank RaceCourse
Stitched Panorama of about 7 photographs
210degree Pano of Oakbank RaceCourse

Waiting to be Served
I swear, it felt like ghosts were in the room whilst I photographed these scenes.
Waiting to be Served

Racing Carpet
Inside the Oakbank Racecourse
Racing Carpet

Old aerial view of oakbank
Found in a back room, inside the Oakbank Racecourse
old aerial view of oakbank

Oakbank Race Course – Horse Head
Walking around the grandstands looking for a good shot, I found these horseheads. Great detail!
Oakbank Race Course - Horse Head

Oakbank Race Course – Stadium
Oakbank Race Course - Stadium

Oakbank Race Course – Shillabeer Stand
Oakbank Race Course - Shillabeer Stand

Then the party started – and I became the barman for a few hours.

Stop, It’s Travel Time!

We want to travel. Alex Maccaw has succinctly said what is in my head:

…Ultimately that list ended up as:

South Africa, Hong Kong, Singapore, Malaysia, Thailand, Cambodia, Vietnam, Japan, Australia, New Zealand, Hawaii, NYC, SF, Costa Rica, Panama, Peru, Bolivia and Argentina.
… See as much as possible in that one year, and then revisit places properly in the future. If you don’t have as much time, I’d recommend focusing on an area, perhaps Asia.
For example, for my next trip I’m planning to:
Start in Beijing. Take the train to Tibet. Go down to Nepal. Travel overland to India. Make my way down to Mumbai. Fly to South East Asia and travel through northern Thailand, Cambodia, Vietnam and Laos.

I have no idea how people simply afford to get up and do this. This would take years of saving and planning for us.

Maybe when the little boy is a few years older at which point he can appreciate it all. Currently we are planning to be in England in four years time for his honorary grandfather’s birthday. 

Hidden in Plain View

One of the best points of having ‘Casual Clothes Friday’, particularly for me, is being able to hide in plain site.

As I particularly like shooting architectural and inner-city photography, it helps to be wearing clothes that are either or both plain and of a tourist appearance.

So today I am casually dressed. I won’t describe my outfit; you might recognize me!

But it is what I have managed to discreetly hide blows my mind. I wish I had thought of doing this 6 months ago when I started this role!

Inside my man-bag (a Crumpler tote bag) is all my usual paraphernalia (smartphone, glasses case, mini-LED-torch, business cards, coffee-club cards, ear plugs, etc) PLUS my Canon 50D with 40mm EF 1.2.8 STM lens.

This may not seem like much of a combination. But there is a point to this post….

Back in 2006, for the entire year, I hauled on my back a Lowepro backpack that had my Canon 400D with hefty battery extension hand grip and at least 3 lens. I thought I was oh-so-cool. I must admit I learned and taught myself a LOT about photography and camera usage that year. And I got a fervent taste for architectural photography. I have photographed almost every building around the Adelaide CBD. Yet I know there are still some to shoot, newer buildings that have eluded my lens, plus a few places I want to reshoot.

So being able to pack my current camera into such a small space is impressive. And allows me to get back to what he enjoys.

So if you see a plain-clothes guy shooting up in the CBD this morning … it might not be a tourist, but a local doing what he enjoys most.

Sunrise is Too Early!

Sunrise in Kingscote I arrived in town (the Adelaide CBD) at 7am this morning!

As we drove through Hindmarsh Square we spotted the Sunrise crew and Vintage cars. My wife agreed to let me out to go shoot the cars and check out the glorified news reporters known nationally as the ‘Ch7 Sunrise Crew’.

But before my feet hit the grass, I quickly decided it was too early to stand in the sun. The sunrise is way too early today!

So now I am enjoying bacon & eggs on toast – plus my mandatory morning coffee – in a little café between Hindley Street and North Terrace.

After four hours sleep (courtesy of my son’s sleepless night), this consumption is good for my sore head. I’m also getting a doughnut and cola to keep me going all morning – I start the 8am shift this morning.

Have a happy day. See you on the flip side of midday.