Category: Kodak Tmax 400

LINES & SQUARES

May 15, 2021 No Comments

Shapes and lines on Deloraine building captured on Tmax 400 black & white film by Jade Hallam

Known as The Catching Pen in the mid 80s, a grungy live music venue at the back of the pub, now a health and wellness centre. West Barrack | Deloraine | Kodak Tmax 400

35mm, Kodak Tmax 400, Nikon F2

The Wild Wood is a 14 acre reserve that borders the Meander River in Deloraine and is packed with deciduous species from the northern hemisphere, mostly sycamore and willow. Despite walking the track with our kelpie most days, I rarely get bored. There is usually something different to experience depending on the weather and the […]

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

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