Category: Kodak ColorPlus

PANDANI | Cradle Mountain

July 2, 2021 No Comments

Cradle Mountain Pandani with raindrops by Jade Austen Tasmania

The world’s tallest heath plant, Pandani (Richea pandanifolia) is endemic to Tasmania and can grow up to 12 metres in height. I always love coming across these guys, for when you see them you know you’re in a pretty special place. Cradle Mountain | Kodak ColorPlus | Nikon F2 | Dev/scan | Ikigai Camera.

35mm, Kodak ColorPlus, Nikon F2

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April 18, 2021 No Comments

Sunrise, Tomahawk Beach on Kodak ColorPlus by Jade Austen.

First light over Cape Portland | 6.40am | Kodak ColorPlus I awoke to Xavier Rudd’s Follow the Sun on my iPhone alarm. It was 5.45am and the earliest I’d woken in a while. My body was telling me to stay put, but I wasn’t going to give up the rare opportunity to see the sun […]

I have lots of things to teach you now, in case we ever meet, concerning the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree in North Carolina on a cold winter moonlit night. It said that Nothing Ever Happened, so don't worry. It's all like a dream. Everything is ecstasy, inside. We just don't know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever. Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky way soft cloud innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all. It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity. It is perfect. We were never really born, we will never really die. It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere: Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. That which passes into everything is one thing. It's a dream already ended. There's nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be glad about. I know this from staring at mountains months on end. They never show any expression, they are like empty space. Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away? Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space, which is the one universal essence of mind, the vast awakenerhood, empty and awake, will never crumble away because it was never born.
Jack Kerouac