I never used to take photographs while travelling. I only took my sketchbook and journal. Then I went to Western China with my painting class. They moved so fast, snapping pictures everywhere. I had no time to sketch, except on the bus, bouncing along. So I adapted. Now I'm addicted to my camera and its flash memory. My pre-occupation, the mystery of the moment, is what will I photograph? In China, it was watery landscape, with that eerie sense I was photographing a painting. In India, the built environment, for its aged and worn loveliness, as well as everything that contained the bright colors of southern India, women in saris, fruit and so on. But Australia? Are there ruins? Is there watery landscape? As the Spanish say: !Vamos a ver!
(We shall see!)
I know what I will write about: Compare and Contrast: Australia, Aussies and USA, Gringos!
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