Category: Nikon F5

MUSIC

February 4, 2021No Comments

Vinyl records and guitar on Kodak Double X cinema film

Without music, life would be a mistake. Friedrich Nietzsche.

Welcome to the music room. The loft at the top of the stairs offers a diverse collection of vinyl as well as a crate or two of LaserDiscs…

35mm, Ilford Delta, Nikon F5

“Warrawarrawa (they are all dead)”. This is what the Aboriginal people said when Captain Cook’s ‘ghost ship’ arrived at Botany Bay in 1770. The warnings of these ghostly visitors spread quickly to other tribes by smoke and fire, many of which were noted by Cook and Banks as they sailed up the coast. 18 years […]

35mm, Kodak Portra, Nikon F5

THE LIGHT

January 24, 2021No Comments

Backlit grasses at opossum bay on Portra 400 film

Gentle in the morning. Cloaking the table succulents. And the kids as they read their breakfast books. The Light. Abrasive. . . . Then it turns yellow. Then pink. Afternoon spheres, dancing. A light that makes things dark. Mission for 2021…take notice of the light. Portra 400 | Dev/scan | Ikigai Camera.

35mm, Kodak Portra, Nikon F5

YELLOW

January 5, 2021No Comments

Golden Rock Lily bush tucker plant in Deloraine, Tasmania.

golden rock lily (bush tucker) Portra 160 | Dev/scan | Ikigai Camera.

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 Kerouak

MUSIC

JANUARY 26

THE LIGHT

YELLOW