I spend a lot of time on the road. Not now as I wouldn’t drive in Beijing for their entire tea supply, but when I have car access I just love to drive. My longest road trip was 12 days from the north-west tip of Australia to the south-east corner. I’m not a car head, or even a car enthusiast. I just love the open road and the country that passes me as I wined along. I could happily spend a year touring Australia in a van and really photograph the country.
There was one particular, quite new piece of highway about 120km north of where I was living my last stay in Australia. My dad was getting an operation in the nearest town so I when I went to visit I took the opportunity to check out this one piece of road. It was about 1km fairly straight with a long right hand bend at the end, with a bridge over the road just before the road snaked off behind a hill. It was next to a small town and was built as a by-pass as the main highway for the entire country ran through this little town called Berry. Traffic through this beautiful little town hectic. The by-pass had freed it up but many still stopped there so it hadn’t killed the town either.
The sun had gone down when I found a place to shoot a few shots in either direction. The bypass was doing into job for the town, the traffic and for me. The car lights in both directions were pretty cool. Each shot took about 30-45sec in one direction and about 15sec in the other and you had to time it right. But it was a nice night and I was enjoying my self.
Until the bypass was built this photo wouldn’t have existed. Now, it was fantastic. It had made Berry an easier place to visit but hadn’t turned it into a ghost town. It reminded me of many of the detours I’ve taken in my travels, on the road and in life. I wondered about the times I had to bypass a place or an event and the different results that have lead me around the world and across my homeland. Life is full of detours and bypasses. They aren’t all bad. Some end up being spectacular,