Two hours in Somalia

IMG_9857 Streets

Did you read the security brief? Yep.

So you have a bag with water? Yep. Hat? Yep. Snacks? Yep. Torch? Nah, I figured we didn’t need one, as we’re not staying overnight.

No. The torch is in case you get kidnapped and want to escape when it’s dark.

Oh.

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Polepole

Arriving in Jambiani

Most of the Swahili words I knew before arriving in Zanzibar were from The Lion King. Simba. Rafiki. Hakuna matata. But there is another word that’s quickly becoming much more relevant as I begin my life on the island. Polepole.

Polepole means ‘slowly’ and there couldn’t be a more apt word for an achievement-driven westerner arriving in this chilled out country. I heard polepole dozens of times in my first week. Waiting for the bus to arrive. Waiting for the shop assistant to return. Waiting for the torrential rain to subside. Polepole isn’t just a word here. It’s a way of life.

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Ulaanbaatar to Ho Chi Minh by train

Hanoi


All sorts of things are standing by the railway track hours after Ulaanbaatar has dissolved and the steppe has reclaimed the landscape. Camels. Horses. Plastic bags. Every now and then a lone Mongolian appears outside the window, seemingly hours, possibly days away from civilisation. There’s never a car or horse or motorbike near them. The desolate landscape stretches away in every direction.

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Mongolian khorhog

1U4A4465 Herd

It started with a fight. Two Mongolians jumped into a pen packed with farm animals and emerged dragging the back leg of a brown sheep. The sheep fought all the way up the hill but eventually lost the battle when its owner Damdin, slit its chest, slid his hand in and snapped the aorta.

The animal died silently.

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Terrick Terrick National Park time-lapse

 

Whilst shooting a documentary for Yorta Yorta Nation and the Broken River CMA, I decided to have another go at timelapsing the stars. Bumped up the exposure and with the warmer weather, managed to get about five hours of shooting.

Jesse, James and an arm-wrestling odyssey

James Wilson

 

James Wilson’s passion for filmmaking was never a secret.

The first time we met he was lugging cameras, microphones and accessories into a 110% workshop, talking excitedly about specs and tricks and tips.

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Heartfelt Exhibition gives a Voice to Survivors of Abuse

Liz Arcus

Inside a picture-framing shop in Shepparton’s Fryers Street hang 11 black and white images.

The exhibition doesn’t show any faces; only torsos fill the frames. Every shot has the person’s hands in it and all the images are of women.

Camping at Geehi time-lapse

 

My first attempt at testing out time-lapse on the Canon 7D.

Riding the Trans-Siberian

Trans-Siberian train


Luke-warm dumplings, luke-cold beer and a room full of smiles welcome me to China in a small luke-clean restaurant, deep down a dimly lit alley in the bowels of Beijing. Grinning through my dripping dumplings, I can’t believe how willing everyone for me to try my Mandarin out on them, casually joking as I fumble with a battered old phrase book I’d found last minute in a small bookshop back home. Aimed at a traveller from an earlier generation, I skip the Do You Know Where I Can Find a Girl? introduction and move right on to Getting Conversation Started:

“HELLO”

“WHAT IS YOUR NAME?”

“I LIKE YOU”

“CAN I TOUCH YOU HERE?”

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Venice

Venice

Glass breaks.

A glassy-eyed kid my age walks into a toilet that doesn’t match his gender and sheepishly backs out again, stupidly grinning at me as he passes. He enters the toilet and leaves, probably oblivious to the entire event. His dreadlocked mate is in a better state. His homemade flares flash past me as he decorates himself around the room. Top 40 and classic hits are on the TV: “Afroman featuring Silent Bob and Jay – Because I Got High”. Four fashionably alternative girls and a boy walk up to the table next to me and steal all my chairs. Luckily, I’m not expecting any friends.

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