From 2009 until now, I have posted many series of wide-ranging photo essays. A total of 72 of these essays - surreal and otherwise, and consisting of just over 1,000 photographs - were devoted to Western Australia. Another 58 photo photo essays - surreal and non-surreal, and comprised of some 1,800 images - focused on America.
I reckoned that for a while people have seen enough of my take on slivers of experiencing life in Western Australia and North America. As a complete change, therefore, 18 photo essays - consisting of some 634 images - then engaged in what I somewhat loosely termed the Surreal English & French experience.
A consequence is that it has been quite some time since I have posted anything at all about Western Australia - too, long, perhaps. So methinks it timely to post ten new photo essays, entitled Western Australia Surreal, comprised of 358 photographs. Each image has been altered, mainly accomplished by using Picasabut sometimes by also using Microsoft Paint as well to manipulate the images. Not a single image is as the eye would ordinarily see it.
Do bear with me - my dreadful drivel is almost over and henceforth I promise to do my best to keep my pathetic remarks to the bare minimum. However, I really must point out a few facts. Let's try the following for size. Perth is the capital city of Western Australia, which occupies approximately one-third of the whole of Australia - an island and a continent in the Southern Hemisphere. It is the fabled Land Down Under where the seasons are opposite to those of the Northern Hemisphere and where it is broad daylight when night grips north of the equator.
Here is another fact, according to doddering Professor Wikipedia: Oz is some 7,741,220 square kilometers, whereas the total area of the US is 9,629,630 square kilometers. The good professor also reckons that Kings Park, the destination of our very first excursion, is some 4.06-square-kilometre (1,003-acre) in size,making it arguably the largest inner city park in the world. In comparison, New York's Central Park is only 3.41 square kilometers.
But what the hell! Our outing to Kings Park was followed by a relaxed meandering through parts of the Darling Range of hills that hem in Perth on the coastal plain. What is officially called the Perth Hills is just known as The Hills by locals. Our third outing was an exploration of the urban scene - of Fremantle, located just a very short drive from Perth. This port city fronts the Indian Ocean, and straddles the mouth of the Swan River as it empties into the sea. For many years Fremantle was the gateway of Western Australia, and it still is for much of the shipping.
And since we were already right near the Indian Ocean, on the following excursion we took the opportunity to check out a few of the beaches that attract families residing in the greater Perth metropolitan area. Given that we were already seaside, we also took the opportunity to check out the once per year event, Sculpture by the Sea. It is held at one of Western Australia's long-time favourite beaches: Cottesloe Beach.
After that we decided to give the seaside a miss for a while to go and meander through leafy Hyde Park, located within the inner city. And with today's excursion we're yet again going to do something entirely different .... we 're going for a relaxed ninety minutes or so drive out of the metropolitan area to the Avon Valley. In the first instance we're going to the historic town of York, the oldest inland town in Western Australia. It was first settled in 1831, a mere two years after Perth, then known as the Swan River Settlement.
Ah, this scene is so indicative of farming in the wheat belt of Western Australia.
Out of the past.
Ah, the home of fruit and veg seems to be a historic attraction. Must check it out.
A school excursion strung out like a fence.
A suspension footbridge across the Avon River.
I feel ill .... don't have a head for heights. Not even little ones.
If I could draw, the result might be something like this to depict the old flour mill.
Or like this, sketching the town.
Here it is, folks, the motor museum - it is said to house the largest collection of historic vehicles in the Southern Hemisphere.
Two wanderers staring forlornly from the fruit and veg joint. Note the two historic carrots.
Not a courthouse but the post office.
The magnificent town hall outdoes even the triumph of ice cold beer in capturing my eye and camera.
These colonial buildings also attract the camera.
Something almost straight out of yesterday.
Two pre-loved ghosts hanging about.
I love it!
We also love coffee, no matter the setting.
Ah, two big Aussie breakfasts just for us, with a coffee refill on the way.
To hell with the diet!
A bridge too far alongside a side road, hidden somewhere in the Avon Valley.
Bob following the golden light.
Ah, the Avon River in limpid pools awaiting rain.
Another bridge - almost too far but not quite.
Toodyay, an Avon Valley town that time forgot.
Modern art hanging on the outside wall of a pub. This depiction of a dead cow and drover should perhaps be entitled: Died of Thirst.
Where's the odd fellow? Ask the herald.
Bleary eyes staring at yet another old colonial pub.
Cool dudes rumbling along the main street.
And yet another imposing old post office - sketched just for you.
Not a yellow submarine - but far better. And I want one!
One coke too many is affecting my vision.
A cool dudette named Bob ... inverted.
Did I mention that I like motorbikes? It's black and white, really, that I do.
The outlaw escape artist that the law found almost impossible to keep locked up.
Western Australia Surreal
001 Kings Park Views
002 The Perth Hills
004 Perth Beaches