Photographed on Cockatoo Island. I went there for the Outpost festival. Which was host to some pretty amazing graffiti and some very unusual installations.
![The Calm before the [ FIRE ] Storm by alison lyons photography](http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6105/6345722090_4ce97c9206.jpg)
Kicking the Bucket
Although it appears, disturbingly, that the boy's foot is on fire, it is, in fact, not. This is the bucket, just after someone kicked it, in an attempt to put the fire out. It didn't. Miraculously, no photographers, fire painters or small children were injured on the night.
Particularly when the "father" of the light painting troop was throwing flaming balls of fire to his young children to "catch". Isn't that called child abuse? :)
Garry
Garry told me he was there when the Grafitti artists painted this wall, and they included his name. How cool!
ATM girl
In town for the Zombie Walk, this girl was on her way home when she posed for the camera at Wynyard.
Haunted
In a far away suburb in faraway Sydney rests a beautiful old house that has a long, colourful history. Built in 1882 and has been owned by the same family for the last 70 years. It rests on 4 acres, has been used in a Munsters movie as the facade of 1313 Mockingbird Lane and now lies in decaying silence, waiting for a new owner. Yes, it's for sale.
![A Field of Colour [ detail ] by alison lyons photography](http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6170/6196154607_eac1e37031.jpg)
The King of the Jungle
The Australian Museum opened its doors the other night for an evening of fun and frivolity. The event, Jurassic Lounge was hopping with art, live music, drinks + new ideas, against a spectacular backdrop of dinosaur skeletons, precious gemstones + native animals.
The Australian museum, after dark and adults only!
Puerility
I was standing outside the ice cream shop when I saw this arm walk past. I wasn't buying ice cream, I was looking for Stan who'd wandered off to buy a newspaper. The arm was attached to a young girl and she was attached to her boyfriend (or at least I think it was). I considered stopping her and asking if I could photograph her tatts, but the moment was lost.
"Did you see that girl's tatts?" I said as he returned. "I should have photographed them, but its too late now."
"Is it?" he replied, and we took off up the Mall with our cameras. But the couple were walking too fast and it was beginning to feel like we were stalking them. I lost sight of them anyway, amongst the saturday morning shoppers.
Heading back to the car twenty minutes later I saw her. She was walking towards me, down the centre of the mall. I asked if I could photograph her tattoos. She shrugged and said yes. It was only after I got home that I read the word Puerility on her arm.
pu·er·ile
adj.
1. Belonging to childhood; juvenile.
2. Immature; childish.
[Latin puerlis, from puer, child, boy;]
puer·ile·ly adv.
puer·ili·ty, puer·ile·ness n.
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