Another year arrived, and I suddenly found myself shooting 120 film, and bulk rolling 35mm. I determined that it was an unconscious sign, like the purple dawn greeting me on the Myall River, and that I needed to return to 52rolls once more. Seasons come and go, years drift by, but our political fate seems…
All photos taken with Chamonix 045F1, Rodenstock Ysaron 75mm and Apo-Sironar-S 150mm lenses, on Fomapan 100 film, and developed in a mix of Xtol(1.3)+paRodinal(1.160).
“I should have been a pair of ragged claws Scuttling across the floors of silent seas” – TS Eliot Walking the shoreline at low tide, crab claws abandoned near a child’s sandcastle remind me of J. Alfred Prufrock. It pains me to see broken claws discarded on a beach when these could be scuttling across…
Indolence tracks its weary feet into long hot languid days to find its natural repose in the shade. Flowers shrivel, and bush undergrowth starts to dry after a few scorching days. Moisture quickly disappears, and if the heat continues, soon the forest will look parched. Summer means spring days spent looking for wildflowers have come…
Queenslanders have always seemed a little different. There is Queensland, and then there is the rest of Australia. I remember visiting in the early 1980’s and being in a bank. When the teller rang my branch in Victoria, and started by saying, “Good morning, this is Queensland calling!” On the rugby field their state team…
‘Cause how many times can you wake up in this comic book and plant flowers? – Rodriguez Flowers have their own personalities. Whenever I chance upon fuchsia heath I am reminded of a ballet, and see a chorus line of bells dancing along a twig. Daisies always look rather quaint, never out of place, and…
“A man is ‘called’ to nothing, and has no ‘calling’, no ‘destiny’ as little as a plant or a beast has ‘calling.’ The flower does not follow the calling to complete itself, but it spends all its forces to enjoy and consume the world as it can – it sucks in as much of the…
Monsters lurk in shadows, filtered by memories and imaginings out of the light. In some places gargoyles peer from their perches. Across dank damp walls lichens spread their crusty textures. Mossy ferns drape rocks ready to spout seed into the moisture laden humus beneath. A stalk grows quickly on a rock face, standing erect like…
Lately I find myself pondering eternity. For me eternity is neither nothingness or void. Nor do I find myself abjectly contemplating a Nietzschean eternal recurrence of this life by daily sublimation and surrender to the possibility of endless reincarnation. With the Kantian destruction of ontological arguments for the proof of a god whose existence relies…
Every day we stand at the edge of uncertainty, but spring and its impact on circadian rhythms brings forth plenitude. The longer days encourage plants to shoot, flowers to bloom, animals to multiply, and assures our existence with the promise of an abundant harvest. On the edge of a tilled field it is not hard…
There are times when I fall into a deep reverie floating through ideas, or slip into an almost trance like state listening to music, losing all sense of time, space and place. This can be quite awkward sometimes. Not knowing how one has arrived somewhere, but having an awareness that it might have just been…
The plant has an essential and infinite relationship with light.. ..which is external to the plant, has supreme power over it, and.. ..if the plant were conscious it would venerate light as its god. – Philosophy of Nature, Hegel …one begins to love flowers. The religion of flowers follows the religion of the sun. –…
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