Waking up in Geelong

I’ve written before that three is my favourite number of examples to trigger a blog post, so after my photography expedition last week saw three different people coming up to ask me what the hell I was up to, I figured it was also worth a post.

In the backblocks of Deer Park

First one – I was standing on top of my bike taking photos over a fence of a retired double decker bus hiding in the depot behind, when two guys in a van pulled over and asked what the hell I was up to.

I told them “I’m taking a photo of a bus on the other side”, and their response: “interested in buses, okay then” and a confused look at each other.

Hanging around outside a prison

Second time around – I was passing through Ravenhall and saw a route 400 bus head down into the Ravenhall Correctional Centre, so I parked myself outside the main entrance to the prison to wait for the bus to return. The bus came past soon enough so I got my photo, only for the driver to pull over and open his window, to ask me “what are you up to”.

I said I was just interested in the bus, and he was fine with that response so drove away (presumably thinking “bloody bus nuts“).

And up another fence

And third time lucky – I was peering over the top of a fence at a Laverton North scrapyard to photograph a retired V/Line H set carriage getting the chop, when a cyclist on the nearby Federation Trail pulled over and asked what I was up to.

I started saying I was taking a photo of the train on the other side, but with the noise of a steel mill on the other side of the fence and a disused open air sewer channel between us, I don’t think he could understand a word of what I said, because after a few attempts of trying to get it across, he just rode away.

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