Toula's Digital Kulcha Blog

finding something to say on a regular basis is the modus operandi of blogs and bloggers...however, my efforts run to the very, very, very occasional...so in the absence of anything interesting to say (it's too darn hot in melbourne to consider anything apart from lying quietly in a shady corner to listen to my scottish friend sheila's brilliant compilation) i offer up some photos i took in december 07...




i've always had a thing about rusty crusty man made stuff entwined with mama nature's magic...



a trip to the arthur's seat maze in dromana was a revelation...so often we hear of famous places and because of their popular and commercial nature somewhere you dismiss it as a place to visit...one sunny december day my family decided to take the kids (that were bouncing off the walls in a futile attempt to banish boredom) on a long drive to tire the terrors out and to give the big people a moment's peace...we ended up at the arthur's seat maze...i felt like the proverbial goose for ever having dismissed it as a place to spend my precious time...the entire experince was quite wonderus...wondr seems to have disappeared from out daliy lexicon but this maze offered it up in spades...if you visit melbourne, make the effort to go down and have a look...you wont be disappointed...we even managed to impress the fussiest critics: the kids...



restricting information and narrowing into a particular detail can elevate the ignored to the noticed...a walk in central melbourne unveils vingettes of big city splendour...



someone's rubbish is a photographer's pleasure...it poses questions...why did someone throw this out? what where they thinking at the time? what role did this now piece of trash play in the life of a family? was it a source of pain or pleasure? was it once an item of beauty?




it is a challenge for a walker to make their neighbourhood walks interesting and sustained but being accompanied by a camera forces you to frame the world differntly...the everyday and mundane are transformed into a mini-tale...a blade of grass is a story of color and shape and contrast and new wonder...