This is a moment to sit back and enjoy the photography. This is the 300th post on mikeosbornphoto, and marks two years of taking images and sharing them on this platform.
These composites are two random slices from my media library, which has slowly grown since April 2012. It’s a snapshot of people and places I’ve captured, from strangers to my most devoted supporter, Dermot (he’s on the bottom right of the first image, looking out from London’s Shard).
This is my chance to say thank you to fellow photographers and bloggers who support every post, to those who might just visit once. They’re all much valued.
The thing is, what next? A steady, satisfying momentum has established itself and I know what I really like doing. But it wouldn’t do to just stop there – plenty of challenges lie ahead.
Those bloggers help with this, including amazing self-portraitist Malin Helleso, who suggests I should try turning the camera on myself. And young, talented Portuguese photographer Diogo Pereira, who is teaching me how to take HDR photographs. A very first collaboration – with my closest photo blogging comrade Richard Cooper-Knight - is also being planned.
There were beautiful beaches and stunning blue skies, but Tasmania fuelled my great love for architecture and capturing it in photographs.
Now many people claim that Australia is a new nation and has little history to speak of. Judging by the buildings around the island, there is a decent timeline which can be easily detected today.
Second city Launceston noticeably oozes with facades from the colonial era, which have been preserved and often sit happily over modern shops and offices.
But hurtle to the present day and there are plenty of stark, impressive and contemporary lines gracing Aussie’s smallest state alongside its past. Here are just a few I collected on my travels…
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Australia’s island state of Tasmania sits to the south of that vast land mass, a hour’s hop by plane from Melbourne.
Tassie is about the size of Scotland or West Virginia, and packs in an awful lot of coastline. We drove from the coastal capital of Hobart up the east coast, passing through seaside towns with familiar names like Swansea to the ochre rocks of Bicheno.
Our travels also took us to the north, stopping at Beauty Point and stunning Freers Beach at Port Sorrel. The tide was out and there wasn’t another soul there – apart from hundreds of sand crabs scuttling around.
The towns are comfortingly sleepy and old-fashioned, while the coastline is beautiful, especially under a cobalt blue autumn sky. If you’re going to Tasmania, don’t stray far from the seaside.
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I chanced across this explosive paragon of fluffiness on a glorious walk around Brisbane’s Botanic Gardens.
Sitting in the sub-tropics, this is a place where the plants seem more exotic, lush and a pleasure on the senses. It’s hard to stop being drawn into taking photographs. I will share more from my visit soon.
After a recent visit to London’s Tate Modern art gallery, I took the walk across the Millennium Bridge towards St Paul’s Cathedral.
It wasn’t the views across the Thames or swarms of tourists that caught my eye, but a number of little metal objects dangling from the cables of the bridge.
Padlocks. Locked up and left to their fate, many of them carrying messages of love and probably youthful union. Lovelocks.
I haven’t seen them in London before, although in other places around the world they’re commonplace. The Pont des Arts in Paris is groaning under the weight of thousands of locks, prompting a campaign to ban the practice.
There are just a handful on this bridge, little tokens of unbreakable relationships which are probably forgotten soon after they’ve been fixed to the spot.
Vandalism or litter they might be, but small human moments that are a pleasure to capture.
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