Timothy Smith
Bio
I am a Melbourne-based portrait photographer.
Stories (2/0)
The Tree and the Trolley
Alone and frustrated, I wander the empty streets with only the light of the moon and the tungsten glow from ageing street lights to guide me. There’s something about empty streets that puts me at ease. I feel at home; I can wander through the night like a ghost without fear of being seen or judged or held responsible for anything. It’s both cripplingly lonely and oddly comforting at the same time. It’s as if, in the dead of night, I finally have a place to belong. In this world of shadow and stillness I’m like a visitor from another time. The world has moved on. People are gone. And only I remain. Forgotten buildings, nothing more than silhouettes against starry skies, tower silently above me. The cracks across their crumbling exteriors could be wrinkles across giant faces – monuments of the people I once knew and will never know again.
By Timothy Smith4 years ago in Photography
The Wattle Bird
The wattle bird perched precariously on the rusty, cobwebbed-covered handle of the ageing lawn roller. It twisted its head from side to side; surveying its surroundings with those dark, soulful eyes. The tiny white feathers upon its breast were suddenly ruffled by a soft, southerly breeze. Holding my breath, I raised my Nikon D810 to eye level; finding the shutter with my right index finger and readying myself to take the shot. But my movements were too quick and too sharp. The wattle bird was spooked, stretched it's wings, and flew away.
By Timothy Smith4 years ago in Photography