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Sail the Seven Seas by Leanne Lindsay
Will you sail the seven seas with me? The rain was putting on a steady performance outside my window this afternoon, and I felt a surge of creative energy. It was the perfect opportunity to take out my camera and play with some of its features I hadn't quite gotten around to yet. I also had this idea for a photo that had been brewing for a while, and today felt like the right day to bring it to life!
So, I grabbed an old book and a well-loved paper boat, the kind I used to make as a kid. Strangely enough, when I opened the book randomly, it happened to open up to an ancient map of the world. I arranged the book and boat on a table near the window, letting the soft, diffused light from the rain-covered sky bathe them in a gentle glow.
Focusing on a shallow depth of field helped blur the background and really make the paper boat the star of the show, creating a miniature world for the little paper boat to sail in.
Laughing Clowns by Leanne Lindsay
I have had a fear of clowns from when I was a small child. It's not just a fear, it's a phobia. To try to get over this phobia, whenever I am in Sydney, I try to go to Luna Park and photograph clowns at every opportunity. These ones were a safe option, as they weren't actually 'real' clowns, but I don't think it's helping. In fact, I think they're just laughing at me.
Beams on the Pier by Leanne Lindsay
This photograph holds a particularly cherished place in my memories of our 40th-wedding anniversary trip. The Pier One hallway, with its strikingly unique beams which formed part of the original pier warehouse structure. It felt almost transportive, stepping into that space for the first time. Pier One itself possesses a fascinating history. The building's origins lie in the early 1900s, when it functioned as a bustling wharf warehouse. Just imagine the transformation required to convert such a utilitarian space into the luxurious hotel it is today! Perhaps a moment of historical visualization is in order. Close your eyes and transport yourself to 1905. The building, brand new, would have thrummed with activity. Men in flat caps would have coordinated the loading and unloading of cargo, their voices competing with the distant cacophony of ships' horns. Now, fast forward a century. There we are, my husband and I, elegantly attired for our anniversary celebration, residing in a suite that once formed part of that very warehouse. It's a rather remarkable juxtaposition.