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24.01.2022 Chris and Greg Clarke are the Gold Gypsies from the most recently aired series of Aussie Gold Hunters. I’m in awe of Chris. I am of Greg toohe can make a massive digger pirouette!! (I have a thing for driving big, motorised vehicles. My friend Declan knows this and once invited me over to his warehouse and let me spend an entire afternoon driving his forklift from A to B, and back to A, over and over. It was unbelievably satisfying. So my respect for Greg is big). With Ch...ris I’m in awe of her immaculate nails (compared to my chewed stumps) despite digging in soil all day and of her stunning looks in a brimmed hat (I’ve tried so often and it just looks wrong on meI sullenly stick to my baseball caps). And her overall constant grace and style. Now you know why I’ve chosen these two photos to show you!!! I also asked Chris to drive a big pusher for a photo which she did with aplomb. They also have the most gorgeous two adorable dogsok, end of gush!. For Discovery Chanel’s Aussie Gold Hunters (c). .....#aussiegoldhunters #tvstills #commercialphotography #nikonphotography

23.01.2022 When humanity becomes unhinged I go into hiding. It sounds a total bloody cop out. I know it is. But the almighty noise of opinion in a world that needs a million ears hushed to silence is overwhelming. So I run away. I hide among the trees and bushes at dusk in search of grace and balance and rhythm. I tread gently through the trees, watching the people and the dogs skirt around me. Staying quiet, unnoticed. I know I should go home to do the responsible things that the end of the day demands. But hiding is grounding. The light is falling, the magic of dusk erupts and being among the trees is timeless. It is unencumbering. And the potential for tomorrow is unbounded. But the magic is ephemeral and dissolves as the darkness falls.

22.01.2022 ‘Despacito’ at first light, autumn rain and our bit of the world inching towards normalitya beautiful trifecta. . . #massisolationaus #covid19 #normalliferuturns #thingstobegratefulfor

22.01.2022 Downtown Fremantle. So distinctive! . . .... . #freo #trainspotting #portcity #streetphotography #blackandwhitephotography See more

22.01.2022 Downtown Fremantle. So distinctive! . . .... . #freo #portcity #portcity #streetphotography #blackandwhitephotography See more

21.01.2022 Alex, Eric and off-sider Jimbo trying to figure out their next move on the latest series of Aussie Gold Hunters. It is cripplingly hot out there and searching for gold, I am discovering, is a combination of tenacity, smarts and luck. These guys just need the third part of the equation. Taking photos out there also has its challenges. The red dust seeps into the sensor, sweat from my brow puddles along the view finder. And a gazzillion flies try to crawl up my nose. At least I... get to retreat to an air conditioned donga with a hot shower for the night!!! For Discovery Chanel’s Aussie Gold Hunters (c). . . . . #aussiegoldhunters #commercialphotography #tvstills #outbackadventures #nikonphotography

20.01.2022 How quickly our world shifts from one reality into another. As this covid life took hold I trained my camera on my neighbourhood at night hoping to find some voice or vision emerging out of the darkness. A few short months back I imagined that reality would stretch on through winter. Now, suddenly the children have returned to school and we are so lucky to be feeling, tentatively, our way back to a new version of normal. Or are we? I don’t know if my photo diary is now a fini...shed work or if we will descend once more into a second chapter of my wee, photo exploration. We’ll probably all find that out together! The story so far: Pools of light You know the saying ‘if you are a hammer, everything looks like a nail’? Well, at the moment I can’t help but see everything through the lens of this Covid-19 isolation situation. So, as I meander the neighbourhood streets at night (exercising and walking the dog, you understandnothing anti-isolationary) the pools of light that punctuate the darkness (see, there’s covid-esque symbolism already) create little worlds, isolated from each other, but each with it’s own story. And all of them combine to form the bigger picture of who we arethe overstory of our neighbourhood in this time that is odd and off-beat, yet vital and hopeful. As the sun goes down the street lights, fluros and sensor lights flick on, like spot lights illuminating myriad mini stages. And just like an audience who must stay in our seats during the show, and just like people in isolation who need to remain apart yet stay connected, all we can do is look on, through the darkness into other pools of light to see what story is unfolding. Some pools of light are warm and interesting and inviting. Some feel stark, clinical, functional. Institutional. Some provoke a smile or a laugh. Some suggest something going on behind the scenes and I can’t quite look away as I’m convinced somethingsomeonewill be revealed. Some pools of light are frightening. They look like the stuff of nightmares, they hint at madness and twisting discomfort. Others make me lonely as I hide out in the shadows watching them from the safety of darkness. Some pools of light show up remnants of my past, making me slow down, reminisce, then walk on by. https://www.lensculture.com/mandy-miller-2

20.01.2022 We tread carefully in our numb bare feet, boards and wetsuits dripping and flapping, over the wooden boardwalk past the people munching and chomping and slurping at the beach-side restaurant. For ten meters or so we are close enough to see the whites of each other’s eyes. They in their realm and us in ours. I wondered if they come away from foodie heaven feeling the bliss and carpe diem that we get from our pummelling and cavorting and exertions in the water. Back at the car..., stopped over, hopping like an ungainly heffer, yanking at the leg of my wet suit stuck at my ankle. My fingers a bit too numb to deftly peel it off. A foodie woman, about my age, my build, a tad shorter, with parent-aged companions sauntering back from the restaurant wanting access to the car beside us. So close we need to negotiate the space. She says, How’s the water? Freezing? I say goooooooooooorgeous! maybe too enthusiastically. She says, no sharks today? her tone one of mild mock surprise. Ok, we are sparing. Naaaa. I sang loudly and scared them away. Off they speed, laughing, chatting over a recipe I imagined was to be their dinner that night. Strewth, I thought to myself, sharks at Bunkers Bay! Mad woman! . . . . #BunkersBay #TheFarm #WinteryTales

20.01.2022 September - dementia awareness month! Once upon a time there was a lovely lady. In her early seventies her brain started miss-firing. She began repeating herself, she forgot how to start her car and took her dog’s medication instead of her own. During her earlier life she had read widely, travelled extensively and was a very kind and caring person. She ate healthily, practiced yoga regularly for years, loved gardening and spent a lot of time visiting friends. She was married... for 43 years and had two daughters and three grandchildren. Her symptoms of dementia became unmistakable a few years after her husband died and so began the slippery slope into confusion, agitation, desperation and fear. Despite her deterioration she worried that she was a nuisance. She longed for the security of family or friends and she knew that her constant mental fog was an anomaly that robbed her of getting back to some sense of normality. Today she lives in the dementia wing of an aged care facility where she is well looked after. Her sense of humour remains a delightful beacon of her personality, as does her caring nature, her penchant for playing with words and her love of singing. And her unwavering love for her friends and her family. This is my mum, Anne and her ongoing journey. As she looses words to narrate her life, we are filling in the gaps with photographs. #annesrichtapestry #dementia #dementiaawareness

18.01.2022 A smacko for your thought?

18.01.2022 Omar, the flamenco fashionista of Freo. Flap, flap and a cha, cha, cha, Hola! He perfected a slight lisp and ordered beer (cervezas), for his mates, three at a time: tres thervethath por favour just ‘cause it sounded so fantastically fabulous. Yes indeed, life was good as the heartbeat of the city came booming back! . . #birdsoffreo #hola

17.01.2022 Downtown Fremantle. So distinctive! . . .... . #freo #portcity #freoport #streetphotography #blackandwhitephotography See more

17.01.2022 September - Dementia awareness month [ After this month photos of Anne and her journey will continue only on instagram. Feel free to follow me there and travel along with us: instagram.com/amanda.miller.photography ] We have been lucky here in Western Australia. As Covid swept onto our shores the residents at Anne’s home were locked in for only 8 weeks or so. Mum spent her 80th birthday inside. The staff arranged a lovely birthday cake and send us some photos of mum smiling. ...We had a video call with her and wished her happy birthday but she became distressed and walked away from the iPad, mid-zoom. As the doors re-opened I could visit for 30 minute, twice a week. The first time she looked up at me as if nothing had changed and said, ‘hello love, it’s good to see you. I’m so lucky you visit me so often’. Silver linings!!! On her first trip back to our house she knew it had been a long time since being ‘home’. I asked Anne to model for a lighting style I was trying to work out. She always obliges. She likes being photographed. It is something we can do together without needing to talk too much, which is becoming harder. Anne has no problem talking, per se, but cannot remember what she wants to say nor seems to be able to think of anything to say. Conversations are very short and transactional. Later, once Anne was back at her place and I was editing her photo, enlarged on my screen so I could erase a blob of tissue stuck to her jacket, I could see a tear rolling down her facefrozen by the click of my camera’s shutter. I hope it was a tear of joy. Or just an allergy-induced leaky eye. #annesrichtapestry #dementiaawareness #dementia

17.01.2022 If I had to be in an air raid shelter and happened to be able to choose a few bods to share the space with, Angela Ferolla would be one of them. When given a physical space to adorn, Ang brings to it life. And having been privileged to hang out with her on a fair number of shoots now, I realise that the life in her art is a natural extension of the life that shines out of her. She is one of those rare, genuine gems! When you next go to eat at the stunning new Coogee Common (it’s very popular so be sure to book ahead!), make sure you have a look at Ang’s delectable mural.

17.01.2022 A penny for your thoughts?

16.01.2022 A penny for your thoughts honey? Sure, mum, after this chapter!

16.01.2022 Ho Ho Ho to all of you good folk all over the world. May you find love and light and happiness where ever and however it works for you. And may your reindeer be as cool as mine! #merrychristmas #reindeerarecool

14.01.2022 A beach holiday with wonderful friends, kids, dogs, and an untested dog-friendly (often a euphemism for ‘run down’) holiday home can have its tensions and complications (sharing one loo among eight, making enough ice in a tiny, leaky ice tray for g&t’s each night, being civil after a roughish sleepnoisy rooster, snorting pig, new bed, too many red winesetcetera. But Denmark is like a balm for my soul. The abundant huge trees and spectacular ocean scapes temporarily pull my ...focus from the gnawing catastrophes of the world. And once we’ve trekked to the beach without snake incident, and once I am sure there’s no rip, and my dear husband has come away from the perilous proximity of the king waves smashing over the abundant granite sea boulders, then the joy of leaping into the surf, spluttering my way out the back of the waves and being bowled over repeatedly on my boogie board brings a simplicity and delight so joyful that for a moment I also imagine the great whites are off frolicking elsewherepossibly they are playing chess or thinking up new recipes! How was your holiday?? See more

14.01.2022 A penny for your thoughts?

13.01.2022 ODE to AUTUMN’s END Oh bravo Autumn for being so autumnal, when the rest of life did a covidly crumble. You sent stellar clouds, soft rain and warm sun, as we walked in isolation round the garden having fun. ... You gathered in the daylight at dawn and at duskso hardly did we notice, that the time spent at home, on zoom or the phone reduced our need to be quite so productive. We’ve loved the great surf and the still, breezeless days, the crisp morning air, the Autumnal constellations. The roses have bloomed, lemons fall in abundance, and the slowing grass growth, is quite an indulgence (says she who mows the lawn!!). Now you head off, handing over to winter, leaving us grateful and so well adjusted that the next three months feel as good as done and dusted. As you cast the last of your autumn-hued sunlight at the end of these last Autumn days, can we say cheers for being utterly autumnal, you kept us sane in so many ways.

12.01.2022 Felice practiced her shallow landings. The wide carless streets at the moment was the biz! Flaps extended, undercarriage down, aaaaand, stall. Perfectamondo! Now what? It was Friday night, the Norfolk was closed. Phoooeee, she exclaimed. I really fancy some live music. Ever practical, Felice whistled up a few mates, flew over to Lucky Oceans’ house and there they sat, on the gutter, waiting for the inevitable sound of steel strings and soft vocals to waft out the win...dow and up into the night. Lock down is way cool, she said to her mates. You’ve just gotta think creatively! . . #birdsoffreo #lastdayoflockdown See more

11.01.2022 September - Dementia awareness month | After this month photos of Anne and her journey will continue only on instagram. Feel free to follow me there and travel along with us: instagram.com/amanda.miller.photography | #annesrichtapestry... Some days are better days. There is energy and lightness and a few laughs up for grabs. Last Saturday I collect Anne in the morning. We stop at the Deli for milk and a newspaper on the way home. We haven’t visited the Deli for a long time. Since she moved into a home (Feb 14th, 2017) spending Saturdays with us was the norm. We always stopped at the Deli. She would go in soloa last bastion of independencebuy the papers possibly some milk, maybe a packet of biscuits. As the seasons came and went her abilities flickered, intermittently on and off like a light bulb. Sometimes just minor aberrations that restored themselves, lingering tantalisingly longer than anticipated, yet invariably turning off again. I began to check that she had money, dropping coins into her purse as needed. I started having to watch when she came out of the Deli as she couldn’t always recognise the car and would walk off down the street. Sometimes she was just too tired to go in, so more frequently she would sit in the car and hand me her pursealways keen to pay. So, this Saturday I park in front of the Deli. Anne rummages around in her handbagtraces of habit kicking intrying to find her wallet. Instead she pulls out a bottle of ‘Mum’ roll-on deodorant and hands it over to me. Here you are, lovey, she says. That should be enough. Maybe get the kids something naughty. Last of the big spenders, Mum!, I say. She wags her finger at me and says There’s no pockets in a shroud, Mand! You can’t take it with you when you die! I am left with an image of an apostle-type figure, wrapped in a shroud, pockets all over, with bottles of Mum Roll-on sticking out the top of each. #dementiaawareness #dementia

10.01.2022 Jake and Vern are the Dirt Dogs on the most recently aired series of Aussie Gold Hunters. Behind them are Steve, Leigh and KalJake’s off-siders at the Piefinch lease. Given the land unearthed behind them, you can just imagine the heft of the machinery they have at their disposal. Later on in the shoot when we got the big diggers working (not for my photographic gratification, you understand, but to capture the action capacity of this operationhope that sounds convincing), I... lost my voice above the noise and dust (and delight at orchestrating such mammoth machines). But then I discovered the cost in fuel of running the beastie machines and we quickly wrapped the action bit of the shoot. For Discovery Chanel’s Aussie Gold Hunters (c). . . . . #aussiegoldhunters #tvstills #commercialphotography #discoverychannel #nikonphotography #dirtdogs

10.01.2022 And then came the night. But because they had devices, then also came the light. . . . #isolation #devicejustification

10.01.2022 SAMI Bitumen Technologies have a new site at Kwinana. It is big, shiny, beautiful and newbig draw cards for me as a photographer because the aesthetics of new-ness are sublime. And then entropy begins. I greatly admire companies that have the foresight to take photographs of their environmentsold or newand of their processes and their people. I know they do it for other reasonsmarketing, advertising, annual reporting, etc. Regardless of their primary need, a side benefit... is the visual documenting of time, place and people. I think we loose sight of how historically significant are the work places in our lives. But looking around at some of the relics that still remain and many that no longer exist makes me yearn for more photographs to be taken of these places that consume the days and weeks and years of the people who work there. They feel so permanent, yet grow old, degrade and become relics or disappear before we are quite ready to see them go. Memories are wonderful gifts, but photographs really are priceless! I vote we start a ‘take your camera to work’ day See more

09.01.2022 The title of this image is ‘Heavens above while hell fires burn below’. Or ‘Where there is smoke, there is fire’. This is how I feel as a citizen of Australia right now. I am gobsmacked at almost every single move that our national ‘leadership’ makes. Every room in our house is on fire while they stare out the window at the pretty sunset.

09.01.2022 A penny for your thoughts?

09.01.2022 Beatrice was always careful with her diet. Ever watchful of the patrons leaving Hush on High St., she hoped for a crumb or three of bagelher favourite morsel. Bugger, she said. This lock down is messing with my crumb quotient. Where are all the peeps??? . . #birdsoffreo

08.01.2022 Big sobs heaved in Jemmy’s chest as she took off. It’s hard to fly when you are crying, she thought. But they were tears of pure joy and relief after a sleepless night as a tennis tragic. I love you Ash, I love you Dylan she said to the big open sky. . . #birdsoffreo

07.01.2022 Well, said Roger (this here is Roger), when it all boils down I think life is about finding balance. And with that he flew off into the sunset!

06.01.2022 Unintentional beauty! Even the humblest, plainest, most functional spaces around us have beauty hidden in plain sight. Sometimes they just need a little help to be seen. Bit like popping on a frock and a bit of lippy?!? . . .... #beautifulbitumenandconcrete #commercialphotography #nikonphotography #urbanart See more

06.01.2022 I am so chuffed (and speechless and grinning from ear to ear) to be among a stellar list of finalists in the Living Memory: National Photographic Portrait Prize 2021. Thank you @portraitau!!! The exhibition will run 31 July - 7 November 2021 at the National Portrait Gallery if anyone happens to be in Canberra :) #portraitAU #LivingMemoryNPPP #wooohooo

05.01.2022 A smacko for your thought?

04.01.2022 The mind is a funny old thing. True, when you have dementia a memory can come and go like a ping pong ballback and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Then, if you play like me, it gets squashed flat underfoot never to ping or pong again. Anyway recently, in anticipation of a cousin hurtling back to Perth for a visit from the east, (in a Covid-contained-travel-accorded slip streama bit like a Star Trekkian transporter beam that suddenly comes back on line after bloody ...months of tinkering by Scotty), my sister and I enthused with Anne about the imminent fam bam get-together possibilities. We filled her in on who was where, and when and how. But..she could not remember who this cousin and her sister were. Our beloved cousins, two of her nieces whom she has known forever. It was one of those stiletto-in-the-ribs moments. I used their proper names, their nick names, the pet names she has for them, talked though the family tree. Nup. Gone! Finito! Hilang! ! Pry! She covered well, valiantly interpolated skerricks of information. But to no avail. I hope that when she sees their faces again and hears their voices, her knowledge of them will come flooding back. We’ll see. However today, seeing as I had finished dry Feb, we said ‘cheers’ with our cups of tea. Fascinatingly she could tell me perfectly well that Riesling had always been her wine of choice and that, actually, any white wine variations (chablis, sauvignon blancbut not Chardonnay, accept at a pinchwere also completely acceptable). Yes, how fickle the mind. [Don’t feel too bad cuzzies, she thinks one of her fellow residents is your long departed Uncle Dusty. She even puckers up for a kiss with him (poo emoji)]. #dementia #dementiaawareness #dementiasucks #

03.01.2022 A penny for your thoughts?

02.01.2022 Aren’t we the lucky ones!!! #lestweforget

02.01.2022 This is Tyler, Ted and Lecky Mahoney from the most recently aired series of Aussie Gold Hunters. They are legends! Ted and I share a taste/need for iced coffee first thing in the morning (not normal for me in suburban life. A bit like drinking beer only in Bali and coke only in muggy weather). I didn’t grill Ted, but for me it is an antidote to a dawn temperature warm enough to keep the kettle boiling after you’ve turned it off, mixed with subpar sleep. In my case it was the... revellers returning to their donga cubicle right next to mine in the wee hours (paper-thin metal container walls carrying sound so clearly it makes you think someone has come in and is peeing in your loo!!!). And the palm tree whacking off the metal verandah post. Okay, okay, and the (large) glass of red wine that invariably disrupts my sleep. Anyway. After a medicinal quantity of cold, synapse inducing iced coffee in the morning, I could feel my inner witch retreat, the treacle drain from the blood in my legs and the feeling of lightness and hope return. Across the court yard what I saw in Ted as he drained the last drops from his iced coffee was the return of his inimitable smile. For Discovery Chanel’s Aussie Gold Hunters (c).