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Hasselblad 500cm, Kodak Portra

UP

February 22, 2021 No Comments

Japanese Heartnut and spring sky on Portra 400 film

Took a visit to the Tasmanian Arboretum in Eugenana the other day. Saw part of the collection of 4,800 living trees from seven geographic locations around the world. It was a beautiful day weather wise and I spent a good part of my time head to the ground watching for snakes. I happened to look […]

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35mm, Kodak Double X, Nikon F5

MUSIC

February 4, 2021 No 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…

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Hasselblad 500cm, Kodak Portra

CURIOS

January 14, 2021 No Comments

Antiques emporium Devonport Tasmania on portra 400 film and Hasselblad.

I love stopping here on my way into Devonport and wading through the 5 floors of secondhand goodness. Each room crawls with trinkets and curiosities from another time. Aisles are lined with cardboard suitcases, leather bound books, wirelesses and floral crockery and rooms are filled with ancient cameras and super 8 video recorders, vinyl, cassettes […]

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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