I caught up with my friend Lauren Bamford the other day to talk about photo concepts for the album artwork and after going over locations we decided we are going to do the shoot at Hanging Rock near Mount Macedon.

Coincidentally I became slightly obsessed with Hanging Rock during writing for the record, and in particular with the novel by Joan Lindsay 'Picnic at Hanging Rock' which later became a beatiful film by Peter Weir. After reading the novel I decided I had to go to the Rock, and took a few friends in car one hot public holiday last year (cant remember which one), and we navigated the rock. The place has such an amazing energy and sense of spirituality. Because of the gravity and steepness of the rock in parts, people look like they are walking in slow motion. There has been reported a few crazy incidents that have happened at the there, once a teenager slipped and fell to his death from the rock, and reportedly a girl from Ireland whilst roaming the rock apparently 'lost it' and was found running around in circles on the saddle scared out of her mind by the ranger.

I love the mystery surrounding Joan Lindsay, and apparently she had the ability to stop clocks in her presence and in the later years of her life lived in a house with no clocks. Wouldn't that be nice.

I thought it fitting to post these pictures I found of Hanging Rock that my friend Jade Arnott had posted on her blog, another coincidence perhaps as I found these just last night..

Images Courtesy of She Is Frank