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John Arthur Nichol

  • Connection

    The connection you don't want to make

    A horizontal pipe is silhouetted against a sky of dark grey storm clouds. The pipe hangs from a short chain, which in turn is suspended from a metal bracket near the top left corner. The chain and bracket are also in silhouette. The bracket, chain and pipe are part of a low-tech mechanism to warn drivers if their vehicle is too high to enter the space beyond.

    March Photoblog Challenge Day 13

  • On the train at Macdonaldtown, a girl stands suddenly and calls to a departing schoolfriend:

    ‘Hitoshi! You got my phone? Hitoshi … Oh my god.’ She sits with her group again. ‘Hitoshi’s got my phone.’

  • A brown sausage dog called Milo crosses the street, pulled sideways by gravity or inclination, then gallops into the gelato shop with a greeting for everyone.

  • The 199 stops at the lights beside Mole Hill, as we used to call it, opposite Warringah Road. Harbord Road veers off to the left, stretching into the distance, and in that distance a figure is running hard towards us through clusters of freshly-released high school students. The lights hold, the bus waits and the running figure powers closer, resolving into a white-shirted, black-skirted schoolgirl with bouncing backpack and a bottomless reserve of determination.

    She crosses the narrow lane with a glance to the right and stands beside us, champing, forced by the very same lights to wait when she needs to run. Then the bus is off again and so is she, running and running, glancing quickly as the bus draws level and pulls away. The stop is only just ahead and the driver must slow down and let her on but he doesn’t. He accelerates. The stop flashes past and we don’t even get a final glimpse of the running girl, or witness her reaction.

    What does it mean for her, missing this bus?

  • A woman stands on the corner with a thicket of curly hair blown backwards by the wind.

  • A little girl and a littler boy, with freshly painted faces, are about to pass by with their mother and grandmother when the little girl spots the gelato shop. She wheels around, bringing everyone to a halt, and makes her tragic pitch to the Supreme Authority.

    ‘Hungry?’ the mother replies as the grandmother turns away and laughs. ‘You can’t possibly be hungry. You had all that food an hour ago."

    They continue on, away from the gelato shop, and the little girl stamps her spotless white sandals on the footpath.

  • Three primary school girls and a smaller, younger schoolboy wait to cross from Many Wharf to the Corso. The middle girl leans forward on a post, as if beginning a ritual. The boy stands on tip-toes to whisper in her left ear, and stands back. A dark-haired girl leans in to whisper in her right ear, and she stands back. The boy starts walking, but returns because the lights haven’t changed.

    We’ll never know what was said.

  • Shiny

    In a lane whose surface has weed-filled cracks, a long narrow drain with a metal grille, and different texture laid down over many years, a black car stands parked. The car’s window and roof are very shiny, reflecting the images of two unseen buildings; the reflections curve and distort with the shape of the vehicle’s skin.

    March Photoblog Challenge Day 12

  • Tall is the new black.

  • A young woman on the bus attends to her phone. She has long, brown, silky hair, a burgundy dress and pointy nails the colour of coagulating blood. Her screen slowly unfurls four things that ‘men shouldn’t be allowed to have’:

    lowercase letters
    blankets
    silverware
    running water

    With this undigested the phone moves on, demanding to know whether Tana Mongeau and Jeff Wittek are dating, but there’s just no easy answer to that: I don’t know who they are.

  • The all-stops bus. A grandmother frocked in green formality, hands in lap and handbag beneath them, feet together on the floor, glowers sidelong through slitty, disapproving eyes at a child who bounces, squeaks and shrills on the maternal lap.

    Many stops later it’s the child who looks sullen, holding one aggrieved hand to her drooping forehead and leaning on her grandmother for support.

  • Scowling beneath her black helmet on Spit Road, shaking her head, a lump of grumpy old woman tilts her motor scooter round the tail of a dithering people-mover.

  • At Manly Wharf, the distant ends of jetties remain the lawless preserve of little boys, and sometimes bigger boys and girls, who hurl themselves into the shark-infested harbour. Today it’s the little boys in their long black gym pants that look like board shorts, but they’re mostly preoccupied with a huge decking plank that just won’t make the leap. They’ve pushed it off the edge as far as they can but the weight of it has the final section wedged beneath the railing. They stand on it, see-sawing up and down but all to no avail; the ancient slab hangs in space, angled to the water and fated never to enter.

  • A man stomps across a shopfront awning in Mosman, peering into the sun as a yellow-clad body leans down from the roof.

  • Gimcrack

    Gimcrack's not a word we use in Australia, but these window arches are pretty shoddy.

    In a white-painted brick wall above the awning of a shop, white plastic overlays transform each of three windows into the appearance of four arched panes.

    March Photoblog Challenge Day 11

  • Ritual

    My Ritual Journey South on the B1 Bus

    A view from near the back of the top deck of a double-decker bus, looking forward at the backs of five passengers’ heads on the left and two on the right. A screen at the front says ‘This stop: Manly Vale’. Outside are shop signs, apartments and traffic lights.

    March Photoblog Challenge Day 10

  • A white haired woman is playing solitaire on her phone, tapping tiny cards with her middle finger. Her nails are long without being talons, manicured but unpainted. She wears a crisp blouse of blue and white stripes, and a smooth black vest that may be part of a suit. She glances up at the Stop signal button, her lashes heavy with mascara, and is ready long before we reach her destination on the outskirts of Dee Why.

  • In the hottest part of the day a man is weeding his balcony boxes. They run right along the front of his penthouse. His right forearm is covered by a cast or bandage, and his head by a wide-brimmed hat that needs reseating now and then. He wears a dark grey t-shirt. With his left hand he uproots big weed clumps and drops them at his side, and I imagine someone unseen, in the cool depths of the penthouse, who will not be pleased with the mess. Perhaps that’s the point.

  • Three women and a dog approach my bus stop. Suddenly they all pause, and dog woman goes down into a half-squat, rubbing a palm over her thighs and yapping. They resume their walk, and though the dog is very friendly when they reach me, the women are distant, absent really, and preoccupied with dog woman’s tale. ‘My whole leg went numb,’ she says.

  • Together

    A middle-aged couple seen from behind, standing side by side, heads raised and angled in the same direction to read the ferry departure times. A crowd of disembarking passengers walks towards them.

    March Photoblog Challenge Day 9

  • Two high school girls share a seat on the bus, and a phone screen. One giggles through her nose, in short bursts linked by smiling pauses. Her final thought is pretty much a whinny.

  • In a yard only partly shielded from the traffic, a woman stands on one foot, contemplating her vines.

  • A girl spots something on the other side of Pittwater Road that makes her smile, and moves towards it. She wears dark clothes, sunglasses and boots. With a glance at the oncoming traffic she bolts out into the road as two school-uniformed girls appear. They hug in the middle lane, laughing, then scatter to safety in opposite directions.

  • Walk

    When you walk, not all of you is moving.

    People walk from left to right across a sunlit plaza, looking blurred because the long exposure has captured their movement. One foot of each walking person is clear, not blurred, because that foot was not moving when the shutter opened. Everything else around the walkers is clear and in focus, like figures standing in the background, and an arched entrance saying Information.

    March Photoblog Challenge Day 8

  • Whole

    This used to be a whole building, but now it's just a facade.

    A two-storey building on the far side of a main road. The ground floor is completely hidden behind white hoardings. The upper storey, of rendered brick or stone painted white, has a tall section in the middle with three tall windows, and a narrow, shorter section on either side. The side sections have one tall window each. The front facade of the building is all that remains. The rest has been demolished, and the windows all show a view of trees and sky, and parts of a huge crane that towers above.

    March Photoblog Challenge Day 7