On one of my last days in Port Lincoln Gayle and Elisabeth, along with Miriam and Basil (this last is a dog) took me to a small museum on the other side of town. It recorded the early days of PL and the fishing industry.
The stove was part of an early household. I'd like to see the Iron Chefs cook on this.
The end of July in Australia is the middle of winter. These boats were overturned for the season.
A camera makes me a voyeur. This was taken through a ships window, hence the reflections in the foreground. An interesting still life of potentially toxic products.
The view through a rusted hull.
The lines of this mast against a black background are a reminder of the beauty of geometry. Changing the photo to black and white and then applying a red filter gives the impression of a photo at night when, in fact, it was somewhere around noon, as if obvious in the other shots.
+ Fr Jack, SJ, MD