Fyshwick is Canberra’s oldest industrial suburb, the place on the edge of the map where the basic goods and services any city needs can be kept out of sight. It’s a colourful, messy, exuberant, sometimes sleazy yet fascinating jumble of a place, full of odd surprises and unexpected flashes of humour – a visual feast and endless challenge for the photographer.
It is also changing fast, as time and redevelopment have their way with colourful buildings and quirky signs that always made me smile. When a rainbow painted facade was demolished before I got around to photographing it, I began a personal project to record favourite aspects of the old, familiar Fyshwick before more could disappear. For sixteen months I stalked mellow, late afternoon light around Fyshwick, marvelling as it revealed, concealed and transformed familiar scenes for my camera.