Week 7 – Story: Forgotten2017-07-24T14:41:55+10:00

The theme for this week is Story: Forgotten


This week you need your photo to tell a story about something forgotten.

It can be somewhere or something, it’s up to you.  Think about an abandoned location, a missing memory, something precious that was lost.  You want your audience to connect with what it was and how you can show that in your shot.

You can find some examples (of varying quality) here.

Always keep in mind you are using your image to tell a story….


Send your challenge to photos@iyt.org.au.  Remember to include a description which covers the subject and/or the process.


Scenes from the past, both personal and public


Its The End of The Line!
The cabin of this old London Underground train has reached the end of the line and has now been left to go to ruin in a field at the Buckinghamshire Railway Centre.  The train would have once carried thousands of passengers a day all with their own stories and experiences.
Taken with my iPhone. I played around a bit with the filters, satuation and lighting sliders on the iPhone photo app to bring out some of the colouring in the roof and the dirt on the paintwork.


Title: Only 60s kids will remember this…
“Urgh, it tangled again?! Oh, forget it…”


This is a photograph of my own artwork taken at the last minute of the submission time as I couldn’t find anything during the week to suit the challenge.
This came to mind as it was inspired by a drive home after the funeral of my Uncle Keith. That day as everyone spoke I realised how much I had forgotten about his life and our experiences together. Gorgeous man.
The road in the drawing represents the momentum of life which does not allow us to hold things forever.


Great topic this week, and I had no idea what to do until my daughter took a photo from the car on our way up to Mt Buller this weekend. It reminded me of the first time we went for a family holiday to Mt Hotham a few years ago. My 7 year old daughter at the time asked me how how long it would take to get there. I replied “5 hours”. She replied, ” who are we flying with? ” I told her we were driving. The look of panic and shock on her face needed no words. The longest time she had spent in a car in her life was driving 1.5 hours to Lorne. All of her long journeys had been spent on planes travelling to Bali, or Thailand, or the USA. I had FORGOTTEN about the holidays I had as a child. We would spend hours in our Volkswagen combi travelling for a camping weekend. If we went to the gold coast we drove, 24 hours. Staying overnight in Dubbo or Parkes or Forbes.

Now before I get on my high horse, Brydie and I spent the weekend in a nice hotel at Buller, catching comfortable ski lifts with hands warmers in our gloves. Then I saw some photos on display in our Alberg hotel of FORGOTTEN days up here when there were no ski lifts, you had you traverse up the hill or carry your skis. Or get a lift towed behind some ancient mobile.

So i felt the need to collage 4 photos from this weekend to tell my story. The two on the left are photos on display in our hotel dating back to the 50’s. The top right was taken today of a FORGOTTEN hut up at Buller. And the last photo was taken yesterday on our way up, reminding me of the FORGOTTEN days of family road trips.


I tried a few ideas this week but none seemed to work. Took a photo of swimmers at Williamstown Beach as they had clearly forgotten how cold it was. I also didn’t think I could photograph some thing I had forgotten – it needed to be someone else’s story

This is my daughter’s fairy garden
– long forgotten.


I was strapped for time this week and didn’t get a chance to take the photo I wanted to. So I looked around the house and found my old voice recorder located in the back of a draw. Yes I found something from the past.
I loved this voice recorder. I bought it in the late 80’s and used it for voice recording and also to tape music on. Although it’s superseded by the mobile phone now it still works really well.
I took the photo from my iPhone and used enhancers to lighten the photo to give it a nostalgic look. It’s not the best photo story but I wanted to put something up.



We went to stay with my 86 year old mother recently and she gave me this – The Hostess Cookbook. It was published in 1952 and as Mum explained, it was her first ever cookbook and became her bible as a young wife when she and my Dad married in 1953. I remember my sister and I cooking with Mum from this book as children although we lived in Woomera for quite a few years, so had never seen many of the ingredients and they were seemed very exotic.


Harking back to all those odds and ends of childhood that sometimes get stored, tucked away in corners and boxes and wardrobes and only remembered every few years when they hit the light. A box of happy memories really…


I found this long forgotten object in a cupboard.  I can’t really remember what it is or what it does.


My mother’s shed. Lots of stuff – gardening equipment, some tools, but also some of my childhood toys and my father’s belongings.

We lost him about 16 years ago, but it was great to see his scrawl again in this – a journal thing I’d never seen before.
This shot was where I found it, before I knew what it held.


Il telaio – not sure what the English word is… maybe the frame?
I didn’t even know my parents brought this with us from Italy 36 years ago.
I used to go to the nuns and learn how to embroider


I came in conflict with my values whether I should cover, reportage-style, Melbourne’s homelessness problem. I chose the tourist railway in Healesville instead.

An old engine and tank continue to rust away on an old set of tracks and next to a derelict platform as the friends of the station and the line to Yarra Glen continue to raise money to keep the line running. Despite the gloomy day and the faded paint, there is still plenty of life in the old train to take us down memory lane.
(More photos over at instagram: williamscreativeau)
Nikon D810, Tamron 70-200 G2. Post in Lightroom and Macphun’s Tonality


I’ve always loved the bush and have many memories of being in it as a child. I love finding relics of the past being allowed to decay and for nature to start reclaiming it. This sheep ramp reminded me of a time my parents took us to visit some friends who had a sheep property. The road and driveway in had wooden fences, aged and worn. Sheep skulls hung from the corner posts. No one was home and the wind blew the hot dusk through our combi while we waited for Mum and Dad to decide where we would head off to next

Taken at Axe Creek near Bendigo on my iPhone at dawn.


This was taken in the cemetery in Ballarat, a few minutes from my childhood home. I’ve always been fascinated by the Chinese graves – they date back to the goldfields days 1850’s. I was sure I’d get ‘forgotten’ by going here, so was really interested to see a plastic flower placed in this grave.


This was the remains of the Headgate of a closed cattle farm, where cattle used to pass through a working chute (in the background) and be sorted. It’s been forgotten and now covered with weeds.


I love this group for many reasons. It makes me think and be more curious. My forgotten pic is the tallest building in the old Bradmill factory in Yarraville. I went down there twice yesterday and took heaps of pics. It was really creepy as birds kept flying out through the broken windows. I didn’t dare go inside. I did some reading about the factory upon my return home. It opened in 1927 and when it began making natural indigo dyed denim it employed hundreds of people. It closed around 2003 and has been forgotten for all that time.


I’ve always enjoyed photographing old graves and as they are too often very forgotten they’re the perfect subject for this week.
Adjusted contrast a little and pushed the saturation down to give it more of an eerie lost feel.


My partner and I snowshoed the short distance from Dinner Plain Alpine Village (near Mt Hotham) a short distance to JB Plain Hut – originally built by cattlemen, but long since abandoned (now maintained by Parks Victoria) – with the intention of getting a photograph of the hut for this week’s challenge.

I didn’t expect the glove. It probably hadn’t been there very long, certainly not in comparison to the hut. But the contrast in age between the glove, the hut and the environment, and also how pretty much anyone can relate to losing a glove, made this my pick this week.

Taken (on Tuesday) with my iPhone.


Wandering through Costa Rica, I’m reminded every day of what the world must have been like before humanity started destroying it. This little prehistoric-looking iguana in particular reminded me of what it must have been like on earth when the dinosaurs existed. Costa Rica, a constant tutorial in how not to forget how beautiful nature is.


Went wandering through an abandoned warehouse this week and found this old bike lying on the floor.

In the background, you will notice an old half-pipe that was used at one point in time. No one had been here for a while, but I bet some good times were had here by those who used to frequent this place.

Shot on a Sony a6500 with a Samyang 12mm f2 lens.


To get to the beach from my house I pass (but have never visited) Williamstown Cemetery.  It’s still actively ‘filling up’ so there are often fresh flowers and candles at night at the northern end, but the cemetery dates back to 1858 so I thought I would see if there was a something at the southern end for this weeks challenge.

Walking among the graves I realised that I’ve only ever been to cremations, never burials.  I was surprised that the layout of the paths and the graves was organised by religion.  I had always assumed it would have been chronological.   The only other cemetery I’ve visited was near Seattle and I went there specifically to see Jimi Hendrix’s grave.  Not sure what religion they would have filed him under.

The oldest section of the Williamstown graveyard was a mess.  Many of the graves and their headstones were in pieces and often at odd angles.  I found this one headstone fallen or propped against another grave.  I wondered if someone searching for their ancestors would know which headstone belonged to which bit of dirt.

As the photo is full of dead people I made it b&w and dulled the contrast to suck the life out of the shot