Dance of the Jellyfish by Leanne LindsayDance of the Jellyfish by Leanne Lindsay
I found myself there recently, guiding my grandchildren through the intricacies of their new DSLRs in manual mode, at the Sydney Aquarium. One exhibit, however, stopped us all in our tracks. Within a darkened tank, three jellyfish drifted serenely. Their translucent forms, illuminated, revealed intricate details of their ballet skirts and iridescent tentacles. They pulsed with a gentle rhythm, creating the illusion of an underwater ballet. The vibrant colours of their bodies glowed against the inky darkness, a truly captivating spectacle. Their mesmerizing movements held me spellbound. It was no wonder my grandchildren were captivated, their cameras poised to capture the perfect image. These ethereal creatures offered a perfect subject for their photographic exploration, a testament to the wonders that lie beneath the surface. Perhaps, amongst their attempts, they too captured a moment as captivating as this 'Dance of the Jellyfish'.
Laughing Clowns by Leanne LindsayLaughing Clowns by Leanne Lindsay
I have had a fear of clowns from when I was a small child. It's not just a fear, it's a phobia. To try to get over this phobia, whenever I am in Sydney, I try to go to Luna Park and photograph clowns at every opportunity. These ones were a safe option, as they weren't actually 'real' clowns, but I don't think it's helping. In fact, I think they're just laughing at me.
Beams on the Pier by Leanne LindsayBeams on the Pier by Leanne Lindsay
This photograph holds a particularly cherished place in my memories of our 40th-wedding anniversary trip. The Pier One hallway, with its strikingly unique beams which formed part of the original pier warehouse structure. It felt almost transportive, stepping into that space for the first time. Pier One itself possesses a fascinating history. The building's origins lie in the early 1900s, when it functioned as a bustling wharf warehouse. Just imagine the transformation required to convert such a utilitarian space into the luxurious hotel it is today! Perhaps a moment of historical visualization is in order. Close your eyes and transport yourself to 1905. The building, brand new, would have thrummed with activity. Men in flat caps would have coordinated the loading and unloading of cargo, their voices competing with the distant cacophony of ships' horns. Now, fast forward a century. There we are, my husband and I, elegantly attired for our anniversary celebration, residing in a suite that once formed part of that very warehouse. It's a rather remarkable juxtaposition.