We had a work collegue from Perth spend some time in Hedland recently. He is a keen photographer too, so we decided to take our cameras out and about late one afternoon. I managed to capture this shot while we explored 6 Mile.
Thought I’d head out and get a shot of the sunset from the foreshore of Port Hedland. Wasn’t too bad a scene but the following evening, the sunset was a lot more spectacular, but of course I didn’t have my camera to capture that one! Dont you hate that!
I took this one Tuesday morning before heading off to work. What a wonderful world we live in if we can wake up and experience sunrises like this everyday.
Artist and workshop guru Catherine Peattie and I spent the past weekend up in the Hedland area, working with the Spinifex Hill Artists in South Hedland, as well as teaching oils and acrylics at the Courthouse Gallery in Port Hedland.
The participants were great and very eager to experiment and try new things. Catherine and I can’t wait to see where everyone’s work heads. Please post your work up on the Blog when you finish it!
Here’s another couple of shots taken from the early morning shoot at Dampier Salt on Day 2 of the photography trip. Not exactly sure what Peter Eastway is up to, but Christian appears amused.
Day 1 of the photography trip with Christian and Michael Fletcher, Peter Eastway, Tony Hewitt and Les Walkling kicked off late in the arvo and involved a sunset boat cruise around Port Hedland harbour. In the fading light, shooting conditions became pretty tough as the ISO’s were bumped right up and shutter speeds became slower, making sharp images hard to capture.
At Yandi we live in dongas like most remote camps , but out here they are a little behind the times. The rooms are old, tiny and there is no t.v. I have heard even in jail they get a t.v.
Thats why I called this one jail cell, it has that feeling about it.
I know of nowhere else where you can watch the big ships go sliding past and only a few feet of water seperating you from them as they make the journey into the harbour …… Port Hedland is know as “The Port of Big Ships”
I first arrived in the Pilbara after already spending most of the year traipsing the globe, my most recent sojourn being a leisurely three weeks sunning myself on the Greek Islands. Returning to winter in Perth left me restless. Seeking instant change and Vitamin D I migrated North to Port Hedland in search of warmer weather and a career in journalism.
I touched down on the late afternoon flight, met by my manager and an exquisite sunset - those in the know will tell you this is prime landing time in Hedland. What we see at ground level translates to ethereal in-flight views as twisted creeks snake through mangroves and the stillness of salt lakes meet with rough red earth.
Following a brief stop at my new office I found myself largely outnumbered by men – all orange and steel capped - at the local pub, perched on the waterfront and catching the cool sea breeze perfectly. With drink in hand (the house white in a plastic cup) I was introduced to ”the cricket boys” and had my vital statistics assessed: How long have you been here? How long are you staying? Got a boyfriend?
I was feeling a little out of my depth in my new surrounds, and when somebody handed me a grubby looking stubby holder to cool my drink the look on my face must have said it all. ”Ah she’ll never make it through the summer” said one particularly loud orange man. A challenge, “Oh I’m pretty sure I can handle a couple of hot days thank you.” Politely accepting, I slipped my plastic cup o’ wine into the stubby holder.
It was right then, with a determination to prove to myself I could “make it through the summer” in this dusty red town, my Pilbara adventure began.
I have been looking over the photos I took during our site tour of BHP Billiton. I found this a hard and frustrating shoot as I set myself the goal of only using a 50mm prime lens and everywhere I looked I wanted to zoom in closer.
This photo was cut out of a very basic photo. When I looked over it this section caught my eye. I am aware that there are different grades of ore and that it is mined from different areas, but I was really amazed by the difference in colour. Beauty can be found everywhere around us. We really do need to just take the time to look.