A photographic journey in my own hood.

Oh no! What a pain…

I realised I was going to have to go food shopping for some essentials. The rest of my family was on the other side of the city with our car. Damn! I was going to have to walk there and back. Tisk, and double TISK!

Ordinarily I would probably have either:

  • waited until they and the car returned growing ‘Hangrier’ by the second. Or…
  • briskly walked there, full of intent and purpose knocking the elderly and infirm out of the way en route.

But this week I did something different, very different. I strolled there. I took my time. A 30 minute round trip took about three delightful hours to complete. Oh and I took my SLR camera.

brunswick street art

A chance to take some Brunswick photos.

Thirty Summers is a place for you to come and escape ordinary and I am the editor. We encourage our readers to try new things, side step status-quo and to not take life for granted. I ensure our amazing writing team fulfil that brief with their stories and edit a little when necessary. However I don’t always follow our own advice. In fact it would be more accurate to say that I seldom do. More than a little ironic don’t you think?!

brunswick photos friends at the pub

So I thought it was time that I started to practice what we preach. Time for an attitude adjustment and a paradigm shift. Walking to the shops was now an opportunity not a chore and I delayed my departure just long enough to charge my camera battery sufficiently. Off I then went with shopping bag, SLR camera and a smile upon my face out into the vibrant spring colours of Melbourne’s inner north.

spring blossoms brunswick

Spring blossoms Brunswick

There is a difference between seeing and looking.

The first thing that I noticed was, well exactly that. I noticed things, plenty of things. In fact I hadn’t even walked out of my street before thinking. Well haven’t the new girls at #10 really made their veranda lovely. It dawned on me that this was the difference between seeing and truly looking. They are fundamentally different things and it reminded me of one of my favourite quotes.

The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes. MARCEL PROUST.

So true! I had this quote in my email signature block a few years back but then I got busy. Too busy to notice trivialities like how gorgeous the body panelling of an old Morris Minor is.

morris minor bonnet

Too much in a hurry to notice how much care had been put into a ‘Garage Sale’ sign. Way too busy to notice the vibrant yellow sign on a street corner I had driven past literally thousands of times and never noticed!

garage sale sign brunswick photos2_1

Normally my legs operate as impatient pistons propelling me towards my destination yet on this journey I dawdled. It was delightful. I basked under early spring sunshine lapping up the Vitamin D and found a serenity less than five kilometres from the CBD of a city with five million inhabitants!

seat with bright orange background

I was having so much fun that I didn’t really notice as the day ebbed towards evening and the rays of the sun became golden and even more enticing to photograph.

brunswick photos sunset at fleming park

In Summary. Give it a go!

Nothing whatsoever had changed with my surroundings. Same streets, same suburb, same city however my attitude most definitely had. The rewards of a stroll in-and-around your own environs  simply observing can be great regardless of whether or not you photograph what you see. Why not give it a try one day?

Same Streets; Fresh Eyes. Brunswick Photos Gallery.

Click an image to enlarge. All photographs © Saxon Templeton

About Saxon

I'm passionate about travelling, music, photography, blogging, 'Social Anthropology' (the posh term for people-watching) and creating content. I travel to learn and observe to understand. My dream day would look something like this.... A bottle of red (or two), fresh baguette (or two) & wedge of Camembert (or two), a balmy Paris September eve spent people-watching in fine company on the banks of the Canal St Martin.

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