Cyclone, Cyclone …

A jam packed, eventful and sad week …

It began with a 600 kilometre road chase from Cairns to Bowen to catch category 2 Cyclone Anthony crossing the coast and giving the town (famous for being the site where the movie “Australia” was filmed) a bit of a shake up. Nuthin’ too serious and a challenge to get newsy frames.

However, all that was about to change as the massive storm system of Cyclone Yasi moved across the Coral Sea from the Fiji area and strengthened to category 5.

Weather experts warned that Yasi was on target to cross the coast somewhere between Cooktown and Bowen on the far north east coast of Queensland with catastrophic results.

The Queensland Government line was even more pessimistic … calling Yasi the worst ever cyclone to grace Australia in modern times. Lives would be lost …

By Monday the City of Townsville was deemed to be at the point of Cyclone Yasi’s arrow. After documenting Bowen’s damage from Anthony we drove up the coast to find a suitably strong, tidal surge proof hotel room in Townsville to await the tempest.

However, first light next morning brought the news that Yasi had turned it’s attention further north and was now targeting my home town of Cairns. So … back in the car for the near 400 km drive home stopping off at various spots en route to do a few ‘preview’ pics.

The priorities back in Cairns were two fold … plan where and how to photographically document the worse case scenario of massive destruction … and to do as much as we could to save our beautiful old timber Queensland style house and all that it contains.

After boarding up, packing up and kissing the house good bye, attention turned to the photographic plan. Rooms were booked at the Hilton Hotel on the waterfront in Cairns and car parks acquired above storm surge level on the second floor of the building next door. Helicopters were placed on standby to be available as soon as the cyclone passed.

Dawn of Cyclone Yasi’s arrival saw thousands of families stream into cyclone rated evacuation centres in shopping centres and schools … they filled quickly and some were turned away. By early afternoon the streets were completely deserted and an eerie calm settled over the town. Major hotels, including our Hilton, had plans in place to lock all guests up for the duration. A bit of polite negotiation with hotel management and we were free to come and go “at our own risk”.

Luckily for Cairns Yasi took a late final twist to the south and zeroed in on the small seaside town of Cardwell … half way between Townsville and Cairns.

Overnight category 5 Yasi, punching winds up to 300 km an hour, smashed it’s way through the Cassowary Coast area from Silkwood in the north, El Arish, Mission Beach, Tully, Hull Heads, Tully Heads, Dunk Island and Cardwell. A storm surge metres high destroyed beach side properties and islands.

For over 7 hours after Yasi crossed the coast we flew around the disaster areas in our chopper documenting the damage and tribulations of the shell shocked residents from the air and on the ground. The next day we returned by helicopter to the remains of famous Dunk Island Resort and spoke to traumatised staff and management.

Out of the many published pics in News Ltd mastheads I made in the early days following, the most striking, I feel, were these two which made it to the front pages of two consecutive days ‘The Courier Mail” …

When time permits I will put together a photo essay of images from this disastrous event.

‘fotostrada’ …

As many of you may know I am one of nine that constitute the photojournalist collective ‘fotostrada’.

Formed in Sydney in 2008 the collective membership now extends geographically around Australia and to India and Malaysia. We are a varied lot – a mix of wire and newspaper staffers and freelancers and all very experienced – but we all have one (at least!) thing in common … Photojournalism and a real passion for the photographic image.

You will find on the ‘fotostrada’ site individual photographers portfolios and biographies, a ‘Latest Singles’ section which is updated with members new single images every month … and a ‘Latest Stories’ section where new photographic essays are introduced.

Below are just a few selected images from our members latest pic essays – you can find the essays in full at ‘Latest Stories’.

Our members are : Dean Lewins and Tracey Nearmy (AAP – Sydney), Sam Mooy (The Australian – Sydney), Kelly Barnes (The Australian – Adelaide), Dean Saffron (Freelance – Brisbane), Mark ‘Crusty’ Baker (AP – KL Malaysia), Melanie Russell (Freelance – Sydney), Graham Crouch (Freelance – Delhi India) and myself … freelance based in Cairns northern Australia.

From “Condamine” – © Dean Saffron

From “An Indian Wedding” – © Graham Crouch

From “Canonisation Of Mary McKillop” – © Kelly Barnes

From “Banyu Pinaruh – Bali” – © Brian Cassey

From “A Day In Old Delhi” – © Sam Mooy

Banyu Pinaruh …

Very fortunate to arrive in Bali the day before one of the biggest festivals on the Hindu calendar. Held every very 210 days (based on the Balinese Pawukon Cycle), Hindu Balinese celebrate ‘Banyu Pinaruh’ – a day of ritual cleansing and celebration in the waters of the Indonesian island.

Balinese flock to beaches, rivers, lakes and springs before dawn to greet the sun, bathe to purify the body and soul, say prayers and make offerings to celebrate the coming of knowledge to the world.

‘Banyu Pinaruh’ (Banyu means ‘water’, Pinaruh ‘wisdom’) is held the day following Saraswati Day which celebrates Sanghyang Saraswati, the manifestation of God, the goddess of knowledge, science and the arts.

Below is just one image from the essay – the complete work may be found on my website here or alternatively on the ‘fotostrada’ web site here .

This essay was made at Sanur Beach whilst I was staying at the sublime Tandjung Sari hotel.

© Image – Brian Cassey

Tram – Hong Kong …

Whilst in Hong Kong documenting the plight of the ‘Cage Dwellers’ I was struck by the ‘capitalist’ advertising art work adorning the former British colony’s  century old trams. The most proletariat from of transport possible – a fare costs a mere few cents – the trams sported garish messages, sometimes subtly and sometimes less so, imploring viewers to consume, consume. The many happy smiling advertising faces depicted in paint on the side of the rattly old vehicles contrasted strikingly with the ordinary Hong Kong inhabitants going about their daily lives.

Below is one image from the essay. The complete work can be found on my website here, or alternatively on the ‘fotostrada’ website here .

© Image – Brian Cassey