Walking/photographing Adelaide

As there is  now a walking Adelaide website with its own blog  this  old,  low-key blog became  superfluous. It  served its purpose in kickstarting the website into existence, and as a result,  it hasn't been updated in 2 years. Originally this low-fi blog was envisioned as a  way to start making  a photobook of urban photography  of Adelaide.  I had in mind  that the images and text would be  the raw material for  the photo book.  However, as I left living in Adelaide for the coast and   the money ran out for a book, I decided to build the website. The next step in the project is a  photobook.  

My reason for  reviving the old  blog is that  I've returned to the city in the sense of I've started regularly walking the city again.  I have also linked up to,  and joined,  the Australian Walking Artists group, since  urban photography has been historically  based on the medium of walking the city.  Adelaide 's CBD has changed a lot in the last 8 years. 

 This revived  blog  will  include the odd photo that doesn't make it to the official website. Toss away photos, odd balls,  rejects, poor mages. fragments or  scraps,  if you like. Ones  that stand  outside the website and are an accessory  (the parergon) to the main work (the  ergon). This blog would then exist on the margins of the website.  

The photos and text, which  are degraded supplements to the original image that  lies buried in the darkness of the archive on a computer's hard drive, are deemed to have little value in the neo-liberal image economy.   They are toss-a-ways, as is this blog, since blogs have been shunted aside in the culture of social media.   

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When we  lived in Adelaide's CBD in the first decade and half of the 21st century one of my  favourite afternoon poodlewalks was  in Adelaide's  west parklands, especially  Park 23 (G.S. Kingston Park or  Wirrarninthi) with its sculpture trail  plus  the heritage listed West Terrace Cemetery. Wirraninthi used to be called Wirranendi,  and over the years that I was living in the CBD I witnessed its  extensive replanting with trees, shrubs, grasses and the ecological  rehabilitation  of the  stormwater wetlands. 

We--the two poodles and me--  would spend many an hour wandering around and exploring the cemetery in the late afternoon.  It was safe territory.   The poodles could explore the  fenced grounds whilst  I could take photos. I just had to keep an eye out  for the cyclists riding through the grounds and for  the occasional graveyard  visitor. I usually went to the  forgotten, rundown  areas, which I found more to be more interesting than the newer, and more  flashy Italian/Greek  grave stones.  I thought that the latter were excessive--over way the top.  

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