Late last year I blogged about Kate and Ricky’s wedding at the Villa Botanica in Airlie Beach. I was talking to Todd Hunter McGaw last week and he mentioned he had a wedding coming up at the same venue. It reminded me there was more to tell than I had previously posted. The groom was Ricky Megee which probably doesn’t ring a bell but it should. His story is staggering.
There is his book “Left for Dead” for the details, but basically he gave a lift to some people in the outback and after sharing a drink with them, wakes up in a shallow rock covered grave.
How he managed to survive being lost for 3 months on the edge of the desert without shoes or hat and nothing to drink or eat except what he can find, makes him a legend!, Yet this feat of brains and will power is virtually unknown .
Bear is good, but Ricky is the real thing!
(Saturday, 06 February 2010)
Before things get too busy again I want put up some weddings from a while ago. This one was eighteen months ago and Christie and Jeremy had popped over from Dubai to get married in Byron Bay. They told me they didn’t want to spend all day smiling for the camera or posing but wanted to spend most of their time having fun. That sounded perfect to me.
It’s the second time I’ve posted photographs at the Byron Bay Lighthouse and it won’t be the last. It’s always different.
The wedding was at the Byron Bay Beach Resort which is now mothballed (as a wedding venue) and we got to the lighthouse just before sunset on a cloudy afternoon. A glider soared in the chilly updraft off the Capes’ 120 meter high cliff face, along with the bridesmaids’ hemlines. As the soft blue light faded the glider sailed back across the bay to Tyagarah airfield and we headed off to the reception.
Great Wedding Photography Byron Bay. Tracey Trezise, Wedding Photojournalism
(Thursday, 28 January 2010)
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Family Portraits Noosa
(Thursday, 28 January 2010)
I’ve got a drinking problem, and its my problem not alcohols’. The issue is an intolerance which means even small amounts are potentially fatal. It was quite a process realizing this. As a sixteen year old I indulged in my first teenage drinking session and ended up being given the last rights.
My sweet father-in-law thinks it’s the worst affliction imaginable and most people have a “bummer, glad it’s not me” reaction, but really in itself it’s not a bad thing and arguably a blessing.
A short time either side of that event my elder brother Jim and eldest sister Christine died suddenly after drinking. Only with hindsight have doctors been able to finger the culprit though the chemistry is still not understood. All three of us shared whatever it is that causes a few drinks to be lethal. My elder sister Deb escaped that throw of the dice.
Drinking lubricates most socializing, and when you’re young there’s the peer thing too. In my youth I felt a little sidelined and became more of an involuntary observer than participant.
I wasn’t cynical, but fascinated with something I wanted to be in on, but couldn’t.
After leaving Art College in ’87 I began to record what I’d been looking at for the previous 10 years, by documenting drinking culture, mainly on Friday and Saturday nights in the Brisbane CBD. I wasn’t looking for the unusual or spectacular but the typical and mundane. I attempted to be as objective as possible usually shooting from the hip so as not to be noticed. The wide angle lens and camera body was taped up to lock its focus and hide its shine.
Often there was too little light to see and I never knew exactly what was on the negs until they were developed. Sometimes it was like randomly sending a remote camera to the depths of the ocean to see what was there. Technical excellence ran a very distant second to content; I cared only a bit about the zone system and zilch about the golden mean.
After a while I displayed thirty photographs at McWhirters Art Space in the “Valley” in a solo exhibition I called “A Shot in the Dark”. The exhibition ended up on the ABC’s 7.30 Report which was then state based, and once a week they closed with a story on a current exhibition. The comments book in the gallery was active. Entries ranged from “If someone told me I was looking at the work of the best photographer in the world, I’d believe them” to “not art, f#cking sh!t”.
The experience was in some ways cathartic and afterwards I had an “I’m done” feeling. Apart from plotting some personal stuff, for various reasons I put away the camera for nearly a decade until a few months before the turn of the century.
Brisbane Street Photography, Art Photography
(Thursday, 28 January 2010)
As wedding photography is supposed to be about capturing memories I thought I’d test that again and show Georgie and Graeme’s wedding from early in 2007. The original plan was for them to travel with family and friends to Byron Bay from Melbourne. A few months out that plan was reversed and I ended up going down there. Not quiet Melbourne but across Port Philip Bay on the Bellarine Peninsula at Queenscliffe and a glorious winery called Spray Farm.
Melbourne wedding photgraphy, Lathamstowe, Spray Farm, Geelong wedding photography, Photojournalistic Wedding Photography
(Tuesday, 12 January 2010)