All that I am, all that I ever was…

I am more than my mental health. I am more than my homelessness. I am more than any one aspect of me. I am Addy. And this is…

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Ten years in Australia: #5. Daylesford Sunset

This week marks the tenth anniversary of my arrival in Australia!

In celebration, throughout this week I will be sharing some of my favourite photographs of this great country.

Daylesford Sunset (Daylesford, Victoria 2004) © Addy

Anyone who has ever glanced at my header image will know I have a passion for sunsets. For as long as I can remember the colours that ignite the sky during this brief period of the day have held me in a hypnotic thrall.

Fortunately, Australia rarely disappoints in this area. Over the last ten years  I’ve witnessed dozens of breathtaking sunsets in this fair land, none more impressive than the spectacle that was on show when my parents and I visited Daylesford in late 2004.



Behind the Lens #5: Inverness Sunset

This week’s theme ‘Behind the Lens’ is a combination of photography and memory. Each day a random image will be plucked from my archive and – regardless of how good it is – showcased on the blog along with the story behind the image. Today, a photograph I’ve adored for nearly thirteen years; Inverness Sunset

Inverness Sunset (Scotland, October 1999) © Addy

“How strange this fear of death is! We are never frightened at a sunset.”
~ George MacDonald ~

The time, October 1999.

The place, Inverness.

After nearly two months of exploring this beautiful country I had settled into the Inverness Student Hotel backpacker hostel. My ‘home’ was room number six, a four bedded dorm room with a view of Inverness from a paint peeling, rotting window. From the River Ness to Craig Phadrig and everything in between, I fell deeply in love with that view over the months I resided there, never more so than on one quiet Autumnal evening when I arrived home from work.

Wearing only my boxer shorts, I grabbed my camera and threw myself out the window. With my body dangling precariously in the air and both hands steadying the camera, the only thing preventing me from falling seventeen feet to the concrete below was one leg clinging desperately against the ledge. For three minutes I hung in that ridiculous position, snapping several images in the hope to capture the awe-inspiring sight before me.

The result, a photograph that has attached itself firmly to my heart and shall remain there until the day I draw my last breath.

Containing no manipulation, no filters, no editing, no photoshopping, nothing; this was exactly how the sky looked that quiet Autumn night in Inverness.

Hence why I threw myself out the window in my boxer shorts!