Grass Flat, Mitre Rock & Arapiles

At the southern tip of the Great Dividing Range, the mountain range that extends from the eastern seaboard of Queensland all the way down to Victoria (almost 3,500kms), we find the final “last hurrah” of this massive natural edifice before it fades off into the flat regions of the Wimmera Plains. Here we find Mitre Rock and Mount Arapiles.

Mt Arapiles (left) with Mitre Rock (the blimp to the right)

I spent my Easter break on a family farm at Grass Flat, smack bang in front of the enigmatic Mount Arapiles. Mount Arapiles is well known amongst the mountain-climbing community in Australia and abroad for the quantity and variety of the various climbs. For me, however, it represents a familiar landmark in the landscape where I was born.

On approach to Mt Arapiles

Naturally I made a few shots of the area when I took a drive around the rock during my stay … see the images posted here.

As I travelled through the rocky terrain, I passed the reminders of the devastation of the recent fires that hit the area, destroying homes and properties. Some of the farmers were “burning off” the debris on their properties so as to reduce the fuel for any future threats.

Straddling the hay bales is a fun pastime when you’re visiting the remote family property that once belonged to your grandfather. 


Dirty Rotten Scoundrels

Poster image of Rowan Witt (left) and Blake Erickson

I recently photographed for Red Lane Productions at Lobster Studios in Marrickville to capture images of the two leads, Blake Erickson and Rowan Witt, staring in the forth coming production of “Dirty Rotten Scoundrels”. The season starts on 22 May at the Hayes Theatre and looks like its going to be a hoot. Book a ticket

Blake and Rowan had everyone cracking up during the shoot. It was a lot of fun so I am not going to miss seeing this on stage.

Press image of Rowan (left) and Blake

For more info on the cast see the link: The Scoop

Time stands still…..

On a rare trip to the rural area where I grew up in Horsham in western Victoria,
 I visited the swimming pool where I had spent so much of my youth pounding the waters, up and down, as part of the regular training regime. The pool and the surrounding buildings had all undergone a complete renovation, almost unrecognisable, except for the one solitary time clock, paint peeling in the same places, continuing its unending rotations…reminding me of the lap after lap, the 30 times 50 meters on the minute.

Strangely, I was happy to see it…untouched by time and progress.

Here’s the new pool and new buildings, including a new 25 meter indoor pool. How handy that would have been when winter hit when I was swimming.