If portraits are supposed to capture a person’s essence/character, I’ve totally failed with this one. Flemming comes across very differently in real life than in photos. There’s just something quite significant missing here… perhaps the Force is hard to capture in an image.
I finally got to meet Flemming for the first time on Friday, after a couple of years of online interaction, blog comments, twitter conversations, emails etc. And it was a bit strange, like meeting a long lost friend without actually having met them before. This meetup was fairly off the cuff (famous wanderers have busy calendars), so I was too thrilled to think about it too much, which was good: hermits have been known to spontaneously combust if left to dwell on the social aspects of things.
So what does one do when hanging out with a nomad superstar?
A chat over a cup of much-needed caffeine, and a walk around the wharves of Fremantle in this case. The original plan was to do some tug boat spotting, but the harbour was pretty dead that evening, so we did our best.
We did spot some tugs at rest through a fence though. From left to right, the sandy-coloured bulky things with spiky towers are the Svitzer tugs Falcon, Wambiri and Eagle respectively:
Yes it’s a bit of a nothing photo, but I remember feeling really happy just looking at them through a fence.
The Stirling Highway bridge was as far as we got that evening. There is a walkway underneath the bridge, out some distance to the river, which you can wander along until it ends at the foot of a pylon. We sat there for a while hoping for some boat activity, but there was none, so had to be content watching the dock loaders instead and wishing the train bridge wasn’t in the way.
Thanks for being awesome company Flemming; safe journeys, and catch you in a few weeks!
I should mention that credit for my new profile picture/avatar goes to Flemming. Thanks mate!