24/11/2024
Yesterday, I had the privilege of attending my photographer friend Barry Mackenzie's birthday party. It was a special occasion where I learned new things about Barry through the heartfelt speeches shared by family and friends. These insights gave me a deeper appreciation of the person I’ve known for over 40 years. It also inspired me to reflect on the friendship we’ve built—one that began through our shared passion for photography. I’m grateful for the many memories we’ve created together and wanted to take a moment to share my own perspective on the person I’ve come to know over these decades.
Therefor I have called my speech in honour of Barry ‘The Eternal Lens’ beyond the boundaries of time, since it was photography and this shared vision that brought us together many years ago.
People asked to have a copy of that speech and here it is with a picture of Barry doing what he enjoys most.
“We are here to celebrate the 80th Birthday and the Life and Legacy of my friend Barry Mackenzie. Tonight I would like to tell you about the Barry that I know and to many of you this may be the Barry you didn’t know.
It was at Inverell, where sunlight spills like gold over our little paradise, Lake Inverell, the waters of the Macintyre River and the great expanse of Copeton Dam. These are the places where we found ourselves in sharing our great passion, the waterways and the creatures that call these places home.
Tonight we gather to celebrate not just a birthday, but the incredible legacy of a man who has touched our lives and our hearts with his spirit and his photography. Today, my dear friend Barry who turned 80 already a couple of weeks ago—which may be a milestone in years, but merely a number when it comes to Barry's boundless enthusiasm, his endless curiosity, and his wonderful talent with the camera.
Our friendship spans over forty years, a journey that began in the early days of capturing life’s joyous occasions—,school photos, graduations, weddings and family photos.
Back then, we were simply two men with cameras, united by the thrill of freezing life’s most fleeting moments. Setting up for group shots, adjusting light and shadow, framing each smile and tear, we were always able to capture moments that meant the world to people. In this endeavour we both were greatly supported by our wives Lilly and Wendy known in those days as the brown envelope gang. Only they will know what this means.
Those days taught us the power of a photograph, to tell a story, to hold onto a memory that might otherwise slip away forever.
Yet our friendship found its truest form in the wild, far from the hustle of celebrations and ceremonies. Out on the water, in the quiet sanctuaries of Lake Inverell and Copeton Dam, Barry revealed to me his deeper passion—a love for nature, an awe for the beauty of birds and their boundless freedom. Photography became his way of honouring life’s fleeting magic. Watching Barry lose himself behind the lens as he captured the soaring flight of an eagle or the elegance of a pelican in motion, these have been one of my privileges to watch.
I am proud to say I’ve encouraged him to invest in the right tools to elevate his photography to its full potential, witnessing first-hand the joy and satisfaction it gave him.
Even now, when many would lean back and rest to discuss their pension and prostate troubles, Barry is still drawn to the call of the wild. He is out on the water whenever possible, his camera an extension of his soul, his eyes still sharp and searching for a flicker of movement, a ripple in the water movement in the sky. Each adventure is not just another photograph—it’s a page that we both have been writing for many a year, a testament to our dedication, resilience, and respect for the natural world. We don’t merely take photos; we capture the spirit, the fragile beauty, the extraordinary within the ordinary.
These are memories I cherish beyond words—days when we drifted on our kayaks, silent but for the sound of birds and the gentle splash of water, knowing that this was where we were always meant to be, where we belong.
Barry Mackenzie is more than a wildlife photographer—he is a poet of the bush, a keeper of life’s most intimate moments, a man who sees not just the bird, but the life and spirit within it. His photographs are not mere images; they are echoes of the earth’s heartbeat, filled with love, reverence, and the kind of wisdom that only comes with time.
As Barry has now passed life’s 80s mark, I am filled with gratitude. Gratitude for the years we’ve shared, the laughter, the sunrises we’ve chased, and the memories we’ve created that will live long beyond us. Through his lens, Barry has shown us not only the beauty of this world but the beauty of a life lived with purpose, passion, and humility.
Here’s to Barry Mackenzie—my friend and my fellow photographer. A man whose art will continue to inspire and remind us that even in our fast-paced world, there is magic in stillness, in patience, and in seeing the world with open eyes and an open heart. Happy 80th, Barry. Here’s to the beauty you’ve shared and the lives you’ve touched and to the years in front of us.