When the sun goes down, the commuters decamp and make their way back to their burrows, leaving behind them only echoes, shadows, mysterious creatures, dark impenetrable pools and a skyline full of eyes, watching out for the unwary.
Charlene, Flemming and I were on a mission to capture the city as it transitioned from its bright safe sunny side into a dark underworld full of shadows.
I love Fremantle. It’s the closest thing to a town with charm here.
For all the beauty and space and cleanliness of Western Australia, its all a bit new, which means that most places near here are modern and somewhat lacking in character. Ok, totally lacking in character.
Perth is the same, most of it is pretty new, and the bits that are older have been somewhat overwhelmed by the modern stuff. Shame really, I’ve seen some pictures of the city in the 50’s and it had all the charm of Fremantle.