Other Thoughts and Reflections – The Rusty Ruin Journal

Zebra, Giraffe, and Meerkat ~ a tour of Altina Wildlife Park

March 15, 2026March 16, 2026Posted in Consumer Culture, Other Thoughts and Reflections, PhotographyTagged animals, culture, finepix, Photography, zooLeave a comment

Just down the highway from Darlington Point is Altina Wildlife Park. I admit that zoos and wildlife sanctuaries, private or public, present something of a dilemma for me. I am wholly in favour of conservation efforts when it comes to endangered animal species – though many such travesties are due to human activities. I understand there might be scientific and educational aspects too. Yet, I also can’t shake the feeling that there’s a commodification of animals happening.

Not only do zoos cage exotic animal species that are endangered in the wild, they also often display other species that face no threat of extinction at all. Is there a reason a common Cockatoo or Dingo might be caged other than to simply complete a menagerie for an audience? It might be argued that increased ticket sales support further efforts in conservation, of course. True, perhaps. I’m no expert in these things, other than to relate some vague feelings and thoughts that gnaw at the edges of mind.

Still, a tour of the large back pastures of the park did draw my attention to numerous amimals I’d not seen before – most notably the African Painted Dog and the long-legged Maned Wolf (a curious canid omnivore with a sensitive stomach and a delicate diet that walks in the same manner as a Giraffe – both right legs, then both left legs, and so on).

Despite the promise of the above words, I have no pictures of these exotic creatures, partly because I don’t like steel cage wire in my photos and also because I’d not packed the fastest camera in the world to acquire focus and record unpredictable animal movements. Yes, I could have switched the camera to a high-speed recording mode, but the heat of the day clearly melted my problem solving skills.

Instead, I give you a handsome Meerkat, and some closeups of a Zebra and a Giraffe – not overly exciting, I know:

Apparently, Zebras are considered one of the most dangerous animals by zookeepers. People tend to get fooled into a false sense of security, thinking they’re just friendly horses with stripes. They are, by all accounts, very skittish and don’t mind kicking anything that freaks them out to death, zookeepers included.

Giraffes, on the other hand, are quite gentle. We were taken to see both the Zebras and Giraffes and could hand feed them apple and carrot slices – the flighty Zebras only through the wire, of course. This was all part of a purchased package that permitted us exclusive up-close access to some of the animals. It was actually great to see them this way.

Some machinery never seems to tire

March 12, 2026March 13, 2026Posted in Other Thoughts and ReflectionsTagged culture, psychology4 Comments

If only the machines of war would exhaust and collapse. Of all the things we’re good at, it seems that war is the thing we’re most committed to perfecting as a species. After all, entire civilisations are built upon the sundered ruins of the vanquished and the displaced. There’s no point in hiding it. Despite our lofty achievements, it’s the tireless machinery of war that seems to power the forward momentum of human civilisation. Or so it seems…

I despair…

Wars are easy to start but never easy to finish. It’s harder yet to manage the consequences. Nations and civilisations may be destroyed and created under fire, but we continue to be slaughtered under the watch of smug billionaires, delusional leaders, and corrupt statespeople who funnel money into filthy pockets while cheering on the carnage.

The beliefs that drive war are as illusory as the power structures that support it, yet we fall for the charismatic snake-oil salesperson who offers simple answers to complex questions – as though simplicity taps into our need for control in a world we know, deep down, we can’t control – in a universe that terrifies our mortal core.

Just imagine – a person so rich they need not worry about their next meal for the equivalent of thousands of lifetimes. They are so divorced from the common current of daily humanity they lack the meaning that adversity generates. With insides like a dark abyss, they suffer extreme boredom. To alleviate the boredom, they indulge in games of power, status, accumulation, and cruelty. They are weak-minded, emotionally stunted, and psychologically defective. They are wrecked ships run aground on the island of hollow souls.

These are the people who should never be allowed near power, but are the ones who seek it most strongly. And, as the ancient Romans always understood, the leaders backed by the soldiers always have the power.

A view through a lens of a dream far away

March 4, 2026Posted in Other Thoughts and ReflectionsTagged culture, history, Persia, politics, psychology7 Comments

Much of human history is a relentless lesson in how often we succumb to the lure of corrosive beliefs. The illusion of nationhood turns quickly to the poison of patriotism ~ small minds warped by politicians and billionaires seeking votes or power or dominion over poor lives so disenfranchised, so crushed beneath dull meaningless work in the small hours that they look for any simple answer to complex problems – even if those simple answers are bloodthirsty and divisive.

George McGovern, the late American diplomat, historian, and politician, once said: “I’m fed up to the ears with old men dreaming up wars for young men to die in…” – that quote seems all too familiar, like a broken record, and all too relevant in 2026, as the skies over the Middle East blacken with missiles, smoke, and drones. This ancient region, once home to the great Achaemenid line of Persian Kings, is on fire once more – just as Alexander’s soldiers set fire to Persepolis in 330 BC. It’s a place I’ve wanted to visit since I was a teenager. I’m not sure I’ll ever have the chance.

And so, I vainly edit photos from my Nikon Z5 and remember that even though the skies are clear and blue in my view, the skies are dark and violent for others.

Pocketable plastic fun and the Nikon D200 ~ a day on the coast with two cameras

January 18, 2026January 18, 2026Posted in Other Thoughts and Reflections, Philosophy and Photography, Photography, TechnologyTagged abandoned, Charmera, culture, Kodak, Nikon, Nikon D200, philosophy, PhotographyLeave a comment

The Nikon D200 and the Kodak Charmera – two very different cameras on the surface. The D200 is built like a magnesium-alloy tank and the Kodak Charmera is a tiny plastic toy. There’s no comparison when talking about image quality, of course, yet I continue to return to the fact that we can freeze time through the use of these devices, whatever their technical limitations.

The act of making a photo has become so culturally habitual – so intertwined with commerce and self-promotion – that the initial magic has long since been lost. We’re a long way from the very first photo made ~ “View from the window at Le Gras”.

It’s strange to think the toy Kodak’s 1.6 megapixels features vastly more resolution than the very first photo made using a camera obscura over an 8 hour exposure time. Marked in technological milestones, human lives seem small. Our lives seem smaller still when we pick up to examine even the dullest stone that lies at the foot of a worn hill that was once a mountain.

In colour, the photo above is washed out and the highlights burned beyond editing. In black and white, the photo becomes a small study in shape, direction, pattern, and shadow, with a high-key aesthetic. It was a single moment seized as we ordered food.

*Exploring the wreckage – Kodak Charmera*

We chanced upon a burned out ruin. I walked around fallen red brick and charred wall cladding, immersing myself in light and shadow.

*Ghosts in broken rooms – Kodak Charmera*

*Nails and holes in the wall – Kodak Charmera*

I couldn’t forget the Nikon D200 in my camera bag. It pulled on my left shoulder as it reminded me that it’s services were available – every bit the prosumer DSLR of 2005 and seemingly so distant from that first photograph in the early 19th century.

One might wonder if there exists a linear technological line between cave art on rough walls and the recording of the world to modern digital storage media? It’s hard to imagine a world without the technology to record ourselves and the world, yet we’ve always sought a type of crude immortality through the things we leave behind – whether recorded on cave walls 60 thousand years ago or posted online. We try to leave a mark before we leave.

Rarely do I have the opportunity to get so close to a ruin like this. Walking over the rubble, the soles of my sneakers adjusting to the sharp edges and angles of detritus, I reflected on the passage of time.

*Ghosts in slivers of light – Nikon D200*

It’s all about the vibe ~ why use old digital cameras?

January 13, 2026February 18, 2026Posted in Consumer Culture, Other Thoughts and Reflections, Philosophy and Photography, PhotographyTagged 1, culture, digicam, digital camera, philosophy, Photography, psychology, Vintage digital14 Comments

If you’d told me 15 years ago that my 1 megapixel Kodak would become a vintage digicam fetish item for Gen Z, I might have been amused. At the time, I was looking for tech-upgrades I could afford. It was all about more megapixels, as that seemed to be the measure of a digital camera in the 2000s – a time when companies thought they had a chance to revive their fortunes after the film era.

I might not be Gen Z, but it’s nice to use these old cameras again. Exploring macro modes, slow start-up times accompanied by bell chimes, and outdated storage media (XD card, anyone?) reminds me of how exciting the digital camera market was back then. Even a company like Casio – largely known for calculators and watches – was dipping their toes into a market that was fresh and ripe for innovation.

*Soft shadows on wood #1 – Olympus C-770*

For those of us who lived through it, this particular past doesn’t hold the mythical gold that Gen Z thinks it does, but it’s also perfectly natural to yearn for brighter yesterdays, especially when today is so obsessed with both the perfection of the image and the kind of moral purity testing that accompanies a technology layer that weaves relentlessly through our lives, recording our thoughts and feelings so that we’re not allowed to ever forget or forgive.

Despite the nostalgia, there are other benefits to reviving old digital cameras:

Save the environment by not chucking out a perfectly usable old camera. Companies tapping viciously into the dopamine hits that reliably ensure we hit the technology upgrade treadmill and spend spend spend don’t help our planet.
Use limits to learn – it might only have a maximum ISO of 400, no image stabilisation, and a sensor that goes blind as soon as a sliver of a highlight hits the photosites, but those old camera limits will teach you patience. They’ll teach you to consider dynamic range. They’ll teach you to slow down and compose each frame properly because the camera doesn’t have the same easy conveniences our modern cameras do.
An old digital camera will also teach you that photography is about more than expensive camera gear. I’ve said it before – people have been making wonderful photos for more than a century. Great photos are not restricted to the 21st century and camera gear that makes your bank account weep. If you’re not making good photos with a cheap camera, you’re not going to make good photos with a $6000 camera.

*Demolition of the old church – Nikon D200*

The draining of the rivers ~ wet dreams of the AI Techpreneurs

January 8, 2026January 8, 2026Posted in Artificial Intelligence, Other Thoughts and Reflections, TechnologyTagged AI, Artificial Intelligence, culture, psychology5 Comments

Reading that a Dell bigwig recently admitted consumers aren’t buying new computers for their AI capabilites and features makes me wonder about the future of AI. For many people, AI dominance seems a foregone conclusion. It foreshadows a near future where, depending on the job you do, days will either be filled with AI prompts to increase your efficiency, or days filled with dread about when your job will be totally replaced and where, upon the employment scrapheap, you’ll end up.

Likely, the truth is somewhere in the middle – AI may indeed prove to be a lot of hot air, but it’s certainly not vanishing overnight. We nurture a negativity bias, after all. The etchings of doom may be on the wall, but AI already has real foundations in the form of steel, glass, and silicon. The hype may be over the top and we may not see quite the transformation imagined by the most opulent of the Silicon Valley CEOs, but AI will likely continue to play a role – it’s a matter of how big and disruptive that role is. It’s also telling that vast profits in AI are yet to surface. Speculating and gambling certainly are the pursuits of the repulsively rich and bored, but in this case it’s a global game involving all of us.

The money being invested in AI datacentres alone is eye-watering, and if it’s any indication of the impact on other markets, Micron also announced it will cull the Crucial memory brand because it has decided to supply memory chips to massive datacentres instead – this is where the money leads. Too bad if you want to build that perfect gamer PC with cheap RAM!

*Steel and glass and sky – Kodak Charmera*

Even in a relatively small market like Australia, Amazon announced in June 2025 that it would invest $20 billion in building new cloud computing and AI datacentres. As with all supposed cultural shifts, the language around it is both compelling and driven purely by economics: generational transformation, economic opportunities, empowering Australians. Better that we place more focus on ethics, stewardship, responsibility, and trust – not so much on generating flying purple pigs with the latest AI model just for shits and giggles.

*Grime and graffiti and bird shit – Kodak Charmera*

No doubt the billionaires in the tech sector will get their way. They already are. Huge datacentres are set to impact not just the job market but also the rivers and waterways in places that likely don’t feature in the dreams of any of the techpreneurs driving the whole show. They largely don’t care, of course. When has a capitalist ever cared about poisoning rivers and soil?

Rather than idly believe the bright speeches from wild-eyed execs about economic opportunity and exciting opportunities at work (when was the last time more tech in the office actually reduced your hours so you could focus on family and leisure, I ask you?), we should be looking at the real and measurable impacts – mind boggling water use, environmental damage, the amplification of misinformation and growing concerns over AI Psychosis – and examining ways we can implement the best parts of AI ethically and responsibly – if that’s even possible.

Calm and chaos ~ a short walk

January 1, 2026January 3, 2026Posted in Consumer Culture, Other Thoughts and Reflections, Photography, Toy CamerasTagged Charmera, culture, Kodak, Nikon, philosophy, Photography, psychology8 Comments

The end of year holidays have provided rare opportunities to explore city, country, and local suburbs. It’s nice to throw the Kodak Charmera into a pocket and walk around an unfamiliar neighbourhood, keeping an open mind and allowing the small things to catch my attention and focus. The unobtrustive nature of the little Kodak also means that I can largely remain unnoticed on suburban streets.

*Brown beams and blue sky – Kodak Chamera*

The fantastic Community Hub and Library in this suburb stands as a testament to the vision and efforts of locals and politicians to ensure that the area, known to have many endemic social, economic, and health problems, provides community, resources, recreation, and safe places to gather. Walking through tall glass doors, the immediate quiet and calm stands in stark contrast to daily incidents of drug-affected raging at the air and the sad turmoil of embattled relationships that seem to define the street corners.

Standing before the prize-winning photographic prints adorning the gallery space in the library, I think of the steep expense of the listed camera gear used by the photographers versus the social conditions and poverty outside.

A small photo of a nine year old girl, brandishing a Nikon Z9 and a giant lens, thicker than her arm, stares back at me from an artist card placed under the runner-up picture she entered into the competition – a photo of a dead shark on a tropical beach. Her hands curl around a camera body that cost thousands and a lens that cost even more. And here I am with my $50 Kodak Charmera, looking out of the library window at the old cemetery that was here before the shopping centre, pondering the absurdity of it all.

Closing the circle ~ a sunset with the Olympus Camedia C-725 Ultra Zoom

January 1, 2026Posted in Gear Talk, Other Thoughts and Reflections, PhotographyTagged digicam, digital camera, Olympus, philosophy, Photography, psychology, Vintage digital6 Comments

I purchased the Olympus C-725 Ultra-Zoom sometime in 2004, excited by the prospect of the included manual modes and extra features as a step-up from my Kodak. At the time, I was eager to improve my minimal knowledge and explore the mode dial and learn the basics of photography. As it turns out, this silver all-plastic Olympus proved to be my bugbear. It would not be until 2013 that I picked up another camera more complex than this one.

Through the use of various cheap film cameras in the 1990s, I came to realise I had more than a passing interest in visual artforms. As digital photography started to take-off, I decided to nurture this growing interest and paid a lot of money for the Kodak. It was fun, but I decided I needed a more capable camera so I could brush up on the technicalities.

*Homes and masts at the marina – Olympus Camedia C-725 Ultra-Zoom*

I remember going out with my father, in mid-2004 perhaps, with the express intention of us both buying a new digital camera. He was always keen on new technology. As we browsed the shelves, we picked up every model from Fujifilm to Olympus to Kodak to Sony to Minolta. The model number particulars of the 4 megapixel Fujifilm camera that he purchased escape me now, and I’ve been unable to locate it in his boxes of things. It was the Olympus that appealed to me though.

The Olympus name resonated with me. It spoke of quality and longevity – something that seems both trivial and naive now in the context of the sale of their imaging arm in recent years and the rebrand under OM Digital Solutions. But 2004 was a different time in photography. It was the weird and confusing intersection of more than a century of film culture and the new digital kid on the block.

A silver finish, a boxy plastic design that would make modern mirrorless camera users weep, a mere 3 megapixels, PASM modes, and a huge 8x zoom caused me some excitement. Here, I thought, was a camera that could really teach me about photography! As it turns out, my father had a lot more easy fun with his pale gold plastic Fujifilm Finepix camera.

*Sunset colours reflected in office windows – Olympus C-725 UZ*

The heart of the problem is that I didn’t allow myself to have fun with this camera. Rather than focus on playful image making and the development of my eye and imagination, I placed enormous pressure on myself and turned the mode dial to Manual and left it there. That’s where I thought I had to be to learn properly. Not only did some early web forums demand this practice of newcomers, but I was also wont to be overly harsh with myself at the time. It may be that I used the mode dial to sabotage my learning.

After struggling for a week or two, all the fun drained away and my initial enthusiasm turned sour. I put the Olympus in a drawer and told myself sternly I’d never be able to learn proper photography. I limited myself to easy one-button point and shoot cameras until I purchased a Nikon DSLR in 2013 – almost a decade after buying the Olympus.

The Olympus was synonymous with my failure until I dusted it off last night and made some photos. I finally made my peace with myself and the camera. Maybe the experience also taught me I wasn’t ready for that type of learning at the time and that using easy cameras for a while was the best thing I could do because it was fun.

So, I’ve come back to the boxy silver Olympus and, having once discarded it in the throes of self-disgust and wasteful gadget buying that speedy technological transitions in consumer societies encourage, I’m finding it a joy. It may be a cumbersome and slow thing, with a design that speaks to the early 2000s, but the photos are quite pleasing I think.

Limited to a maximum shutter speed of 1/1000th of a second and ISO that tops out at 400, it demands the right conditions for the best results. My fingers fudged over the various buttons without the benefit of muscle memory last night, but I think the photos have a nice quality about them. I set the Sharpness and Contrast to Low, so as to provide maximum editing flexbility. I don’t mind the softness of the images though. The lens gets pretty mushy around the edges of the frame, especially at maximum zoom, and there’s plenty of chromatic aberration in backlit scenes, but after using so many cameras in the twenty years since I hid the Olympus away in self-despair, I’ve broadened my aesthetic sensibilities enormously.

Here’s a photo that’s overexposed. I like the dreamy look of it and that the optics picked up the nice veiling orange flare from the setting sun:

*Dreams of the marina by the sea – Olympus C-725 UZ*

Two poems

August 17, 2025December 27, 2025Posted in Other Thoughts and ReflectionsTagged Creativity, poem, poetry3 Comments

the sun slides in sunken moments

as the clock turns fast

to monday’s ache

from star and stone

to skin and skull –

time traces long secret lines

Bridges, crocs, work, and technology upgrades

August 12, 2025August 14, 2025Posted in Internet Culture, Other Thoughts and Reflections, Photography, TechnologyTagged Camp Snap, Photography, Technology1 Comment

It seems I’ve barely had a moment to do anything with the hundreds of photos stored on SD cards since the recent long road-trip. I think everyone is still adapting to life back at work and home.

Additionally, I’ve just had a significant laptop upgrade. The process of moving files and installing software after a day at work is challenging for an exhausted mind and body. So, a short post to remind myself that I can still catch five minutes to do something other than work, chores, or tech-upgrades.

*The old crocodile is watching – Camp Snap with cheapo filter*s

I’m at it with the plastic Camp Snap camera again! Having stopped at a bridge spanning one of Queensland’s many rivers, I noticed this cool looking crocodile eye staring at me. Someone really took their time painting it.

During the process of my laptop upgrade, I was reminded how cumbersome and haphazard my file organisation is – photo folders here, there, and everywhere. A long late afternoon and evening was spent removing old drives from old computers and locating important folders. This was after the included Windows 11 install failed on the new laptop! I gave the go-ahead for a friend to install Windows 10 instead.

It also reminds me how much I don’t like Lightroom’s photo catalogue system. Using Microsoft OneDrive (yes, we pay for it and it offers a lot of space even though it’s maddening to use at times and isn’t nearly as competent as other such services) was meant to simplify my photo-storage life. While it does offer peace of mind through back-up, the sheer volume of photos is getting out of hand. I must delete more!

Deleting more of our personal digital stuff, or at least minimising the digital junk that trail behind us, seems like a good idea in a world where too many things sit on forgotten storage around the world. The digital footprints we leave behind serve as both a record of our online travels and a resource that may be extracted by faceless profiteers, marketers, and criminals – something we should certainly be wary about.