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Hasselblad 500cm, Kodak Tri-X

Meander Falls

August 25, 2022 No Comments

Misty Meander Falls 2022 winter

Journal Entry… noon “…The mist has come in here at the falls. I feel lucky to be in the heart of the Tiers, 1100 metres up, surrounded by cloud and wet pencil pines and mountain and waterfall. You can’t see the mountain at the moment though. It’s a total whiteout from about 20 metres up […]

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Hasselblad 500cm, Kodak Gold, Kodak Portra

SOLO | Cradle Mountain

June 4, 2022 No Comments

Myrtles on the King Billy Track, Cradle Mountain

Myrtles on the King Billy Track, Cradle Mountain | Kodak Gold 200 I had booked my own little Waldheim cabin several months ago. May 21, election and check in day, came around soon enough. I set off early and stopped at Mountain Mumma in Sheffield for some brekky and a brew. The forecast for the […]

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Hasselblad 500cm, Ilford Delta

HIDDEN FALLS

November 9, 2021 No Comments

Hidden Falls Tasmania on Ilford Delta 3200 by Jade Austen

Bit of a bush bash to get here, but gorgeous to sit behind the waterfall with my cup of tea. Haven’t had much luck with Delta 3200 in the past. It always seemed to lack contrast and be very grainy when developed with Ilford DDX. This particular film was metered at 400 (as it was […]

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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