Entries by Robert

Leafy Seadragons are beautiful creatures to gaze upon but not always easy to find.

As divers we swim around looking down at the sand, down at the seagrass, down at the sponges and sea-stars and other benthic critters.

This is not the best strategy for seeing a dragon where their intricate leafy body structure blends in with the yellow algae around which they live.

Instead you need to be very close to the bottom and look up towards the sun and just maybe in contemplating the sunshine you will separate a 'leafy' from the leafs.


Photo: Robert Rath, 'Contemplating the Sunshine', 1/320s f/9 ISO640 15mm

This forest is like non other. It's enchanted.

Take a stroll though any old forest anywhere else and the birds fly out of reach, the rodents hide out of sight while the larger animals just run away.

Take a swim through this forest though and it's like animal wonderland. Fish fly like birds and butterflies around the trunks from ground to canopy.

Larger fish cruise through the scene at eye level keeping no more than an arms length out of reach.

Still larger animals like sharks and rays wander through occasionally, wary but making no attempt to hide as they go about their business.

Every touchable surface from bottom to sky is teaming with animal life such as sponges, crabs, sea stars, ascidians and invertebrates.

This enchanted place under the old Rapid Bay Jetty is my kind of forest.


Photo: Robert Rath, 'Enchanted Forest' 1/125 f/9 ISO640 15mm

With the festive break over it's back to non-photographic endeavors but at least I got to dive with this guy today to cap it off on a wonderful note.

I usually see at least one Leafy Seadragon when I dive at Rapid Bay however for a while it looked like we might miss out today.

We had traversed the outer T-section following the seagrass beds looking for pipefish and seadragons. The pipefish were abundant but no seadragons were found anywhere.

Down to a fraction of our air remaining we swam to a known dragon lair and there he was, a big male still covered in a fine film of green algae left over from his last brood of eggs.

Time to start looking for little dragons!


Photo: Robert Rath, 'Easter Leafy' 1/200s f/9 ISO640 15mm

Mr. T's got a dark secret.

Underneath that shiny gold foil-thin facade lurks another creature, a darker creature seldom seen until the very last moment.

He's not made of that insipid brown milky stuff some use as a poor excuse for chocolate.

He's dark, really dark and in a moment he will be gone.


Photo: Robert Rath, 'Mr T' 25s f/6.3 ISO100 100mm

Dreams of the ocean fade in the waking of dawn only to becomes dreams again as day fades to night.


Photo: Robert Rath, 'Henley Dreaming' 1/6s f/18 ISO500 15mm

I know absolutely nothing about this man sitting here under this tree.

There he was in his strange garb with with his collection of potatoes just watching the world go by.

Strange perhaps! Not here in the Garden of Unearthly Delights.


Photo: Robert Rath, 'My Potatoes' 1/250s f/2.8 ISO800 200mm

I first experienced Marcia Hines on stage at ... well let's just say a long time ago.

So it was a wonderful surprise to see the once crowned Australian Queen of Pop again after all these years fronting the Fringe Festival show Velvet.

Velvet was as a spectacle I would have paid money to go back a second time or even a third time. It was visually rich and full of the music which took me on a ride through all my listening life.

Even though it was great seeing the Queen of Pop again, the entire cast made Velvet a show to be remembered.


Photo: Robert Rath, 'Marcia, Queen of Pop' 1/800 f/2.8 ISO1000 200mm

On the land leave only footprints.

In the ocean leave only ripples.

If only we could always live by these rules.


Photo: Robert Rath, 'Leave Only Ripples' 1/640s f/11 ISO160 200mm

There are many fishes local to a region that you will never find in an aquarium or in the fish markets or even in National Geographic.

They are either poisonous, uninteresting, commercially unviable or just plain ugly. The poor Little Scorpionfish (Maxillicosta scabriceps) seems to fall into all categories.

Those eyes however are magnificent and like the most precious of black opals they just draw you to them in wonder.

Non-divers will never see these amazing opal eyes for themselves but at least we can share a little of the unseen wonder in our local waters.


Photo: Robert Rath, 'Opal Eyes' 1/100s f/22 ISO400 100mm

Our Rapid Bay night dive was meant to be about little critters, especially nudibranchs smaller than half my little finder but when this Southern Calamari (Sepioteuthis australis) came into my view I was suitably distracted.

In fact I was so distracted in the strong current that I had drifted 70m or more from the jetty pylons out into seagrass beds.

The amazing coloration of squids is due to the chromatophres in their skin giving them an almost electric vibrance at night,

After a handful of mid-water shots I eventually headed back to the jetty pushing directly into into the strong current for my navigation.

I saw a couple more squid during the dive but none posed for me the way this guy did.


Photo: Robert Rath, 'Electric Squid' 1/100s f/22 ISO400 100mm

This beautiful creature keeps me coming back over and over looking for nudibranchs under our local jetties.

There is nothing really exotic about Ceratosoma brevicaudatum. They are common, easy to find and come in a range of sizes from the size of my fingernail to the length of my hand.

In fact it is the almost monotonous reliability of finding them that make them so awesome to me because finding them means capturing their images in so many different contexts.

This wonderful portrait presented itself to me under Edithburgh Jetty as the nudibranch lifted its head as if to 'smell the breeze' giving me a pose I'd never captured before.

I rest my case.


Photo: Robert Rath, 'Ceratosoma' 1/60s f/2.8 ISO100 50mm

In the past I had described photographing hermit crabs as ‘low hanging fruit’ but this guy was not so easy.

Clarrie's Hermit Crab (Pagurixus handrecki) here under Rapid Bay Jetty is tiny, about the size of my little fingernail and was marching furiously around the top of its own private little hill.

Despite the diminutive size it looked so busy and so full of pride that I nearly missed the moment when it reached the top before starting back down the other side.


Photo: Robert Rath, ‘Top of the Hill’, 1/100s f22 ISO400 100mm

Everywhere I looked I saw taps and taps and more taps.

It was not the mirrors that made this bathroom extend on forever in all directions.

It was all those taps.


Photo: Robert Rath, 'Infinity Bathroom', 0.3s f/18 ISO200 15mm

It's like playing dare with the ocean.

I watch for a while. Some surges rush by, water pushing and swirling past ankles and splashing my knees.

Other incoming waves stack up full of pent-up fury before consuming themselves in the retreating backwash and leaving the sand wet and bare.

I place my bet, position my tripod in the retreating backwash and set off the timer.

Three, two, one, eek (not the word I actually used), grab tripod and lift it all clear as a huge rush of water catches me by surprise drenching my shorts and nearly toppling me over.

Clean the splashes of salty water from the lens then try again, again, three, two, one, ...

Sure, I like to capture a dramatic moment but I can't deny I like the rush.


Photo: Robert Rath, 'It's a Rush, 1/5s f/14 ISO100 15mm

The realm of art that exists somewhere between makeup and costume called body painting is obvious when walking through the Garden of Unearthly Delights.

Body painting has long been a part of people and ceremony but now more than ever we do it just for the fun of it and the art of it. An opportunity for the artist to bring some normally hidden aspect of the wearer into visual expression.

I love the art on this girl's face as it transforms her in to some reptilian otherworldly creature. An almost alien beauty, I can't help wondering if what I see represents some deeper aspect of her personality or if it is all just part of the fun of being in The Garden.


Photo: Robert Rath, 'A Different Face' 1/320s f/8 ISO800 200mm

He's not just a pretty face with pursed lips and interesting piercings but courageous as well.

Moments earlier those pursed lips held a single long stemmed flower. A moment after that the flower was struck from its tenuous grip by the supersonic crack of a stockman's whip.

Oh she was good and she's got him whipped good too in the Garden of Unearthly Delights, Adelaide Fringe Festival.


Photo: Robert Rath, 'Whip It Good' 1/80s f/2.8 ISO3200 200mm

Penny is really 'out there'. She's been working hard in Penneys Stores Galway for some time now and she is beginning to get noticed.

At first customers did not see her or if they noticed something at all it was some vague form underneath the latest impossible to wear fashion offering.

Over time she began to get noticed more and more and now management has a new problem, she is noticed more than the outfits she is models.

Perhaps it's time for Penny to think about a career change and a promotion. I think she's earned it.


Photo: Robert Rath, 'Penny' 1/250s f/1.8 ISO800 50mm

Mo's cool. He's been hanging around Hindley Street for a few years now so he almost seems part of the furniture.

When I first met Mo he caught me completely by surprise. Not his fault though as I should really have been looking where I was going.
Being the gentleman he is thought he did not gloat at my fright or glower at my clumsiness. He simply nodded, gave me that impish smile and let me go on my way.

On the odd occasion, and from the corner of my eye, I think I've caught him dipping his hat to some unseen acquaintance or lady friends though I never could be certain.

Perhaps if I am both patient and lucky and with camera at hand I might just catch it on film.


Photo: Robert Rath, 'Mo' 1/800s f/1.8 ISO100 50mm

Fifteen minutes after sunset the colour in the west reddened and deepened becoming more and more intense.

Despite the richness of colour on the horizon there was not enough light to remove the stormy gloom making he sky all the more surreal.

... and then she ran out into the surf chasing the last of the light.


Photo: Robert Rath, 'The Last of the Light, 1/8s f/18 ISO400 15mm

When I was presented with the wine list I knew we were somewhere special.

I grew up in the picturesque German heritage town of Tanunda in the Barossa Valley, a region of vineyards, wineries and winemakers. As a child the idea of an Asian restaurant anywhere in the Barossa would have skirted the realm of scandal and novelty and certainly been a place my parents would never have entertained experiencing.

So it was with a sense of trepidation we brought my mum, now well into her eighties, to FermentAsian in Tanunda for a family celebration.

The food was amazing as expected but the real surprise was the wine cellar and its deep expression of wines the world over. A real surprise for me in my old home town.

Any yes mum loved the new and interesting food, albeit with a little encouragement.

As for the title, did you get the pun?


Photo: Robert Rath, 'Behind Bars', 1/60s f/2.0 ISO1600 50mm

What colour is water anyway when it is supposed to be colourless. Yet we talk about the deep blue ocean, or sea green, or a golden pond at sunset or dawn.

Water reflects and refracts and absorbs and distorts and yet colours our world without any colour at all.

Actually this image really isn't about the colour of water at all. I just loved feel, the style and the not so obvious play on words.


Photo: Robert Rath, 'The Colour of Water', 2s f/20 ISO250 15mm

Context is everything and depending on who you are this might be a scene of tranquility or a scene of distress.

Below the thin dark line to the right of the bridge is a wall with a large sign 'Welcome To The Killeen Course'.

Further down below that dappled lake's surface is asphalt marked with white lines where in normal times golfers cars would be parked.

Fishing boats tied up to a small wharf have either been torn away or drowned as their lines lost slack in the rising water.

The Killarney Golf Clubhouse off to the right had been cut off for days and only just become accessible again albeit via a short crossing driving through thigh deep water.

Despite the flooding, there are some golfers out enjoying a very different course.


Photo: Robert Rath, 'Context', 1/4000s f/14 ISO160 70mm

I spotted Dromaneen Castle on the other side of the Blackwater River while on the road from Mallow to Killarney and there ensued an all morning effort to get close enough to photograph this old Irish ruin.

After several dead ends, wrong turns and traversals down roads more suited to goats and cows than cars I was about to give up when I noticed two men with guns and hunting dogs in a field with a big sign on the gate which read 'no hunting'. Clearly these were locals. Although it was cold and raining I got out of my car and introduced myself. After a short conversation they were kind enough to give me directions to a nearby private farm where the ruins could be found, all the while looking at me with doubtful suspicion. With their thick accents and words merging into words I did not understand most of that conversation however I found out what I needed and I am sure they found some amusement in my equally strange Australian accent.

I had a similar experience with John who owned the property I finally found at the end of yet another dead end road. I was initially eyed with suspicion as I approached him going about his 'farming' business however my Australian accent again proved an ice breaker and he was more than helpful inviting me to drive through his property to shorten my walk. He then looked down at my shoes, shook his head and told me I'd need a decent pair of wellington boots. I said I'd cope! His warning was more poignant than I had imaged as the deep mud in the encircling field was just as much composed of cow manure as it was soil.

Dromaneen Castle is, or should I say was, not so much a castle but a stately 400 year old manor house which has had many occupants in all those years and had been actively lived in right up until 1940 when it was gutted by fire and abandoned.

I am glad I made the effort to get close enough to these ruins to capture its remaining pride and imagine what it might have been like living here.


Photo: Robert Rath, 'Dromaneen Castle', 1/80s f/9 ISO160 17mm

You could be forgiven in thinking this gothic style church hidden away in the side streets of Mallow is old. At nearly 200 years it is old by shopping mall standards but not nearly as old as many other churches in Ireland. Still, despite its age, the immaculate condition is a credit to to those entrusted with its upkeep for all those years.

When I came to photograph Saint James' Church I was initially disappointed that it was not lit up like many other significant churches. Very quickly I realised just how much of a blessing this turned out to be.

A moody overcast sky lit by both moonlight and by town light created a very sacred feel here as I let long exposure bring shrouded details into view on the walls, windows and spire.

I left feeling quite privileged and pondering the pride its worshipers must feel in this beautiful old building.


Photo: Robert Rath, 'The Church of Saint James', 30s f/7.1 ISO500 17mm

I can think of any of number of reasons why I might not.

It's late at night.
The ally is narrow and very confined.
Dodgy looking doorways with who knows what's lurking behind.
Less than robust looking scaffolding.
Dark cloaked figures.

I can think of any of number of reasons why I might.

A shortcut between places.
A respite from the heavy rain.
Local pubs hidden away from transient visitors.
Photographic possibilities.

... under the Clock Tower in the Irish town of Mallow.


Photo: Robert Rath, 'Walk This Way', 0.8s f/6.3 ISO400 17mm

Back in December we had the good fortune to experience an Irish Christmas.

I can't begin to describe the differences between a wet Irish Winter and a hot Adelaide summer but needless to say there was considerable culture readjustment in both directions.

This blustery evening in Galway on Ireland's west coast ended in us getting drenched to the core with a valuable lesson in dressing for the climate, ... a lesson for next time!

On our return we experienced the surreal of both a European Winter and an Australian Summer in the same day. It grounds me in the fact that all of these different worlds are one in the same, ... our world.


Photo: Robert Rath, 'A Different World', 1/100s f/14 ISO100 100mm

This is the kind of image I could show my mother and she'd be none the wiser as to what she was looking at. If she really knew what was going on here she'd probably blush and respond with a 'that's nice dear'.

These Lined Dumpling Squid ,also know as Pyjama Squid (Sepioloidea lineolata), are obviously engaged in a private activity but unlike most humans they do not seem to care one little bit about my photographic intrusion.
I can say however that their closed eyes has more to do with my blinding lights rather than them being in the moment.

We saw about ten pyjama squid on this recent Edithburgh night. It is wonderful to see so many of these critters out and about and the variety of their nocturnal activities.


Photo: Robert Rath, 'Pyjama Love', 1/100s f/14 ISO100 100mm

It might be the first light of a Lake Killarney dawn but there is nothing tranquil or serene here.

The battered shoreline strewn with debris and the dirty brown froth, barely visible in the gloomy half light, hints at night's fury now abating.

If I wait long enough tranquility might return but I don't like my chances.


Photo: Robert Rath, 'First Light', 1/25s f/9 ISO320 15mm

Before I started diving I expected all the fish living in temperate waters to be silvery and those in tropical waters to be colourful.

My logic was simple, I'd only every caught silvery fish with my dad while growing up and I'd only ever seen brightly coloured fish in marine documentaries of tropical locations.

I can't say enough how glad I was to discover my logic was just a little flawed.

This juvenile Victorian Scalyfin (Parma victoriae), of the same family as tropical butterfly fish, was one of the first I discovered to be as bright and colorful as its tropical cousins.

From there the colour kept on coming as I discovered just how colourful the fish of our temperate waters really were.


Photo: Robert Rath, 'Aquatic Butterfly', 1/200s f/4.5 ISO160 50mm

There is an imaginary line running through the north of South Australia called Goyder's Line which it was determined that farming above the line would be unviable to early settlers.

Following a long period of yearly above average rainfall many farmers decided to shun the warning and establish cropping farmland well to the north of the no-go boundary. In almost every case, nature had the last say in the matter and reclaimed its own back.

The ruins of this abandoned farmhouse near Hawker in South Australia's mid-north are a repeated sight all over this region. A poignant reminder that nature takes no prisoners.


Photo: Robert Rath, 'No Prisoners', 1/250s f/6.3 ISO100 70mm