Reminder of the season passed

Reminder of the season passed

Just stepping out, not more than 10-minute walk away. But grab a camera anyway. It is there, waiting for you. The visual inspiration, the thing that touches on your string somewhere, the shock of the contrast, the beautiful melody of flowing movement, or just a cold statement of what it is. So grab a camera. Continue reading “Reminder of the season passed”

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Soft rain

autumn leaves

My friend and I had a quick coffee in the balcony outside his kitchen, and got in my car. As we pulled into a carpark at the end of the dirt road, gentle drizzle started to come down. Covering the camera from rain with both hands making a roof under my neck, I enjoyed the walk in this beautiful place.

autumn leaves

autumn leaves

autumn leaves

autumn leaves

autumn leaves

Warburton

Warburton Pantry
I left home early in the morning to drive east, before getting into Tom’s car to Warburton and its Rainforest Gallery. By the time we parked the car in the town of Warburton, I was starving. But seeing the light is still nice and soft in the morning hour, we decided to have a coffee rather than a full breakfast. And we found this little place… Continue reading “Warburton”

creative process

cute little things
cute little things

I was almost humming that first song of U2’s ‘All that you can’t leave behind’ album as the people smiling in the sun pass outside the window of my bus. Unfortunately my beloved B&O headphone was out of action, after having been pulled this way and that every time its cable got caught by my hand, bag, camera and while it tried to catch my phone before it hit the ground on rare occasion. So it was just the music playing in my head but it was just that kind of day. I might even go on to tell you that it might have been the most beautiful day of the year. And I was sitting in the sun on the bus heading out of my part of town, passing the hospital and university, and dropping me off near Lygon Street.

On the days when I have a good flow of creative stuff, I can feel that. I don’t know if there is actually some juice flowing in my gut somewhere, or is there a chemical content or some specific electric current running in some corner of my brain, whichever it is, I feel it, like a prediction, that ‘I have it today’.

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