Australia

In April of 2004 Emily and I spent a month roaming around Australia. I decided it’d be a good opportunity to start doing some semi-serious photography again — something I hadn’t really done much of for a few years.

In fact it turned out to be an excellent opportunity to relearn important lessons such as:

• If you’ve been taking pictures for more than a week without ever having to reload, it’s not because you have a magically long roll of film.
• Rewind before opening the camera, no matter how much of a hurry you’re in.

…and so on. Whole chunks of the trip are therefore missing, and the breadth and quality of those lost shots have increased to mythic proportions — you’ll not see here Emily climbing the 50,000-foot lookout tree in the southwestern forests, or the tree full of tires from the central desert, or the empty tracks around Cook, or the feral camels and decaying cattle corpses in the central desert, or, or, or….

This was the incentive I needed to finally go digital. I’m never switching back.