I recently flew to Dubbo for a charity event, involving some of the local kids.
Groups from local schools as well as several kids around the area, who were either suspended, or just didn’t go to school.
It was interesting to see many of the non-indigenous kids in their school uniforms.
While so many of the indigenous kids wore whatever was available.
I also let a few of the kids play with a camera of mine, which they all loved looking through and taking a few shots of their friends.
It was an eye-opening experience, to see how much of a struggle it can be to live in outback Australia.
I guess the local kids are presented with fewer opportunities to make something of themselves, so when charities such as the David Peachey Foundation try to help, supporting them is greatly needed and worthwhile.
Since everyone is so reflective towards the end of a year or at the beginning of a new one, I thought I would post a couple of pics I took in about 1993.
This was my first car. I didn’t drive it much, as a mechanic fault made it difficult to start.
There is a part of me that wishes I still had it, another part which says I should have bought that 13B RX-4 instead, and the part I live with which says everything happens for a reason.
These pics I’m pretty sure were also taken with my first SLR, a Nikon F-801s and 50mm 1.8 lens. Now that I think about, I reckon I loved the camera more than the car.