David Murphy

Stanley, Australia

Live the life you should have, / Live the life you want, / Live like there’s no tomorrow, / just / Live / (and take photos, lots of...

Hi,
…time for a change now….. a more realistic biography…but don’t expect tales of the inherited camera that kick-started the passion I have for photography ….even though there was one…

I bought a camera, because it seemed like a nice hobby, this photography thingy. I was able to escape the drudgery of a boring job. So anyway, it blossomed and grew. Eventually, I went broke, printing rolls of films to see one shot costs a lot, but years later someone said Digital, and so here I am…
Ever since then, its been hard to sleep, silly o’clock always comes fast, and a sore neck is my constant companion, mainly from peering at a screen. But, I’m seeing places that I never would have been to, and am more aware of detail now than I ever comprehended before. I have found wonderful similar-minded people that I otherwise would never have met, who, like me, are doing it with their hearts and souls. I benefit from them, I listen, and I learn to understand stuff, and I trust that they get the same from me. My inspiration? To achieve a recognisable style, one that involves depth, and detail, and a story….and to have a good life in the process.

BTW….I now have my own gallery called the “Cow ‘N’ Calf Art Gallery” here in Stanley, so drop in and say g’day.
Webby: www.davidmurphyphotography.com

(Also just one more point i would like to make about my work:
My images may not be used wholly or in part without prior written permission, including copying, duplicating, printing, publishing (even on a web site), reproducing, storing, or transmitting by any means what so ever.
David Murphy Photography)

  • Joined: December 2007

Journal

An incident at Forgotten Creek.......

The hushed and muted chatter amidst the gathering of onlookers was a mixture of contempt, and of incredulity. Why did he do it? He didn’t look to be the scoundrel, the scourge, that he was condemned to be…….he looked to be a refined man, attired in the white ruffled shirt, and polished boots, his shoulders held high. The only indication that he knew of his fate was the sadness i…
Posted about 9 years – 26 comments

"Thankyou.....for holding my hand....."

In a faraway corner of the farm, I stumbled across the small cairn of rocks, with the little brass plaque, and the memories came flooding back. The propellor had long since rotted, that had long gone, but my mind was very much alive, and as my nostalgic look traversed the land, her words came slowly to me………… / They were an eccentric couple, for war-torn England, dashing a…
Posted about 9 years – 53 comments

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