I've been into travel photography for a long while now, but it's only been recently that I've had an interest in street art. Which is odd, because I feel like I'm a very observant traveler who loves to wander.
There's art all around us, of course, but finding the good stuff, the really interesting stuff, can be a bit harder. Some cities, like Sydney, where I discovered how much I enjoyed looking at and photographing street art, are easier than others. Sometimes you've got to hunt.
That hunt is part of the fun. And it's a great excuse to get out and explore. Each nook, each cranny, each darkened alleyway or fenced-off "in-between" brings with it a chance to find some new wonder, or some hidden message, left there, out in public, to be gawked at or deciphered. It's the in-between places that are my favorite; a crumbling wall behind a chainlink fence, surrounded by overgrown weeks where some local's masterpiece awaits hidden and wanting to be captured.
It's also like a race against time. These works of art are ephemeral. They don't last, and as often as not just fade away. But not these photos, I'll leave them here, to weather the years and serve as a memorial to beauty and wonder, hiding, quite often, in plain sight.