Still writing? You bet I am, although what I am doing a lot on now, I doubt will see the light of day. I’ve had many requests to ‘tell’ my story, and get it published. Right. The writing bit I can do, but publishing? Now there’s an entirely different ball game. I would probably find it easier waking up tomorrow morning a twenty year old, six foot tall virgin.
Same with the photos. I know I have got a couple of seriously good pics here and there. If I take a picture and I can say ‘Wow’ when I see it blown up and printed on good old fashioned paper, then I know I have something. But once again, selling them? Even talking the local community art gallery into displaying them? Don’t like my chances there either.
So there in lies the real reason why I still do this stuff. For me. No one else but me first. I do it for the challenge, the mental exercise I give myself and above all the sheer joy of throwing myself a challenge and seeing what I come up with. If by some chance along the way family and dear friends happen to find enjoyment, that is the gold leaf on top for me. The most recent challenge was a good one. The Valley has long been seen as somewhere that is basically slowly decaying into ruin. In some ways it is. But in other ways there is still plenty of colour and life in the old girl yet. Not to mention amazing snap shots of the history of Brisbane. I went on a trip, allowed myself to only go as far as a kilometre in radius from Brunswick Street Train Station and see what I could find. I have also included some older shots, still taken within that radius. Below are the results.
