I’m back! Did you miss me? Since the last torture filled saga of the Cape Liptrap Coastal Walk I’ve barely touched the blog. That’s fair enough, as the last post took four days to write. The walk may have been nasty, but at least it was over in a couple of days.
I thought I’d throw this rapid-fire entry together before heading out for a tilt at the northern circuit of Wilsons Promontory tomorrow. It’s going to be a solo walk as my ever suffering walking companion, the Smuffin, has come down with the couch virus, so until it releases its grip and allows him to stand again, he’ll be out of the hiking game for the time being.
I can’t say I’ve been feeling real flash myself. I came down with some sort of crazed viral/bacterial/thingal quite a few weeks back and I must say my mojo has been sapped a little. I was so smashed in the head that I spent a week in and out of bed with not a lot in between. It was nice when I was feeling crap though that my mother dropped in to see me. Waking up and finding her at the end of my bed was nice, but also slightly troublesome. She’s been dead for the past six years.
I don’t believe in ghosts, but I have had some weird experiences in the past. Unfortunately, these events have always coincided with feeling either exhausted or ill, which is disappointing. I won’t be convinced until I come home from work one day and find Colonel Sanders in my kitchen whipping up some chicken. “Hey, that’s tasty! Keep that chicken coming!!” I’m still waiting…
So, after having the most bizarre experience of being awake and seeing someone who’s dead, I couldn’t think of anywhere else to go other than a cemetery at night. I grabbed the tripod and Canon 6D before heading to the Old Hopetoun Cemetery, Bacchus Marsh which I’ve written a post about before. As a long time cemetery lover, I do like this one, even though the modern world has long forgotten about it.
Wedged in between two roads, it’s never going to be the most peaceful of places and those headlights do create a night photography/exposure nightmare. What I’ve been loving about the new camera though is its wi-fi. I can operate it on the tripod with a Canon iPhone app which allows me to perform camera settings and then use remotely. The photos in this post were taken with varying exposures of between two and three and half minutes.
They’re a work in progress, but I think they’ve got potential. Once into the swing of this night photography, I hope to let rip with something a little more fancy. As it is, all you’re going to get right now is some gravestones.
With wild variations in available light.
There’s one which stands along and is always lit up by the surrounding roads. Hopefully I’ll get back there on the right type of night and get some more shots. Oh, it’s on a lean. Don’t blame me for it being tilted.
Oh yeah, I hope you worked out what song the post title came from without resorting to Google? I should offer one of my ‘special fiasco foot massages’ to accurate guessers. I have a special technique which involves extreme use of the thumbs, copious baby oil and a wooden spatula. It’s a winner.
I placed my vote for Hiking Fiasco 🙂
I really love the cemetery photos, time rushing past while death stands still. bit of a bummer really lol
First shot is stunning – both beautiful and meaningful. Good work!
Love these photos Greg!
…….and yep, I've voted too!!! 🙂
Hi Leah, thanks for that! Yeah, time doesn't slow down when you're dead! The cars keep whizzing by… It sort of sounds relaxing, if only I could hop now and again to stretch the legs!
Hey there, thanks for that! I've already worked out a sequel to these photos. Shorter shutter times to lessen the star trails. I hope the dead don't mind me strolling around there at night!
Hi Tennille, thanks! Thanks also for the vote. It's a long shot to win something, but I guess I should revert to 'glass half-full' rather than my usual 'half-empty' 🙂
Wow, Greg! These pics were well worth a creative inspirational virabacterial hallucogenal visit from your Mum. Truly stunning. (I've long had a romantical attachment to cemeteries myself.)
Haven't hung out in graveyards at night since my university days – back then we seemed to do it a lot! Scariest encounter was with a security guard's dog – and baton.
Enjoy the new toy! Hope your Wilson's Prom walk went off without incident – or at least, if there was an incident, that it was an entertaining one.
Hi Kit. Thanks for dropping by! Cemeteries have always fascinated me and really I'm overdue for a grave post. Mm… I might have to think about doing that…
Hey Goat, why did you hang out in graveyards? Was it under the influence of strange smelling cigarettes?! I do like the history of a graveyard, but what I find disappointing is that they don't remotely scare me at night. I must have got used to them!
Oh yeah, Wilsons Prom was an epic fail. I'm not even sure it's worthy of a post either…
I'd be more worried about real live cemetery lurkers than the dead (or undead) or ghosts!
Yes Red, the people skulking around cemeteries at night are definitely dodgy! Luckily for me I was the only one there. I couldn't handle another freak being there at the same time 🙂