I always had dreams and ambitions of being a great photographer, like a short bearded heavy metal loving and badass motorcycle hooligan Aussie version of Henri Cartier-Bresson. Yep, I’ve always had tickets on myself. I figured that slinging an old camera around my neck and loading it with some classy film would automatically turn me into Magnum material. Well not really. I realised very early on in my photographic journey that I like owning shoes, eating food, sleeping in a bed and living in a house. Photography is too hard a graft for a delicate petal like myself who likes having enough cash to own cool stuff like clothes and soap. So, I’ve kept my photography in the realm of the hobbyist and over the years I’ve come to love the fact that nobody but me is in control of my photography. If I want to park the Nikon DSLR and spend a week wasting expired film on shots of my feet in different pairs of thongs (or flip flops as you foreign heathens call them) or blasting whole rolls of Portra 800 on photos of toilets…then hey, I don’t have any clients telling me how I should do it or that they aren’t happy with the shots.
In my old age I’ve come to embrace the freedom of hobby photography and the pure joy of using film photography to record mundane day to day life and family milestones and special little moments that mean nothing to anyone else except me and my kin like birthdays, holidays and school sports days. So after this ridiculously long introduction and without further adieu, here are some pretty mundane shots of a recent family holiday to the beach town of Caloundra on the Sunshine Coast in Queensland, Australia. These shots are straight out of the scanner in all of their unedited crooked horizon glory. Enjoy.