In the days before I had the internet I sat down by the CD player, pen in hand, and listened to Elton John’s Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, writing the lyrics down as I heard them. There were parts I couldn’t quite make out (in retrospect there were a lot of incorrect lyrics in my version) and there were plenty of bits I didn’t understand, but the point is that I made the effort to listen to the lyrics and hopefully get a deeper understanding of the song.
I find creativity such a huge point of difficulty in my life. It’s like it’s me versus my brain a lot of the time. How do I stay creative in life? I’ll have to get back to you because I haven’t quite yet figured it out for myself.
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As someone who craves creating things, whether it be taking pictures, writing or just doodling in a notebook, it can be so frustrating to have that creativity simply stifled by ‘day to day life’.
It’s so easy to be completely caught up in the mundanities of life like 9-5 jobs, house chores, or other commitments, that if you’re like me and you are someone who lives to create, it can be a job in itself to keep on track and continue doing what you do best: giving something singular and special back to the world.
I’m reminded of what a teacher at my college where I studied Photography once told me. It went a little something like this: ‘Those who work 9-5 jobs and work in banal places with no excitement have extraordinary dreams, just like the rest of us. The difference with people like you and me is that we…
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In 2006, three years after my first solo trip to visit my place of birth and reacquaint myself with my relatives, I returned ahead of my family, having booked a week-long tour of Peru. The tour began in Lima, then moved to Cuzco and the Sacred Valley before taking us to the jungle, ending the tour with our very own Amazon experience, where I filmed the only video of mine ever to have gone viral.
There are certain things I just cannot for the life of me remember without a little help.
For example, I live on the (Never Eat Soggy Weet-Bix) east coast of Australia. I come to that conclusion by aligning the N’s (North and Never) up top and working my way around clockwise. I can remember North and South easily enough but East and West is another story completely. My mind just doesn’t want to store that information.
Incidentally, ‘Never eat soggy Weet-Bix’ is some good advice because soggy Weet-Bix are awful. The trick is to put them in milk one at a time and eat them quickly.
As far back as I can remember, the butterflies in my stomach would make themselves known to me without fail as the school holidays drew to a close. Even during my university years, they’d make a brief appearance at the beginning of each semester. As a kid, I would always associate Australia Day with the end of the summer holidays as the start of term was generally a few days after. A day of celebration before returning to 10 weeks of education.
I like my work and love the people I work with. And I don’t mind what I do, either. If I’d won yesterday’s Powerball though, I think my first instinct would be to disappear and go travelling indefinitely. I’d travel until I was homesick, then come home for a while to recharge the batteries before travelling some more.
This is one of my favourite photos that I have taken.
It was taken during our 2010 Europe vacation, en route to the Jungfraujoch in the Bernese Alps, Switzerland. The trip consisted of three trains from Interlaken, making a number of stops which served as photo opportunities and toilet breaks. Whilst my partner was taking advantage of the latter I snapped this photo quickly, worried that it would likely be the only photo I was able to take. It wasn’t, but it remains one of my favourites.
A group of ladies on the train were each taking turns drinking from a bottle which was very obviously filled with some kind of spirit. They were listening to music and very excitable, or drunk. Later this day I would experience temperatures below anything I could have imagined.
My partner and I have discussed the fact that with the amount we have traveled we are likely in the background of hundreds of photos – hopefully looking halfway decent. This time, however it was a salesman making his way into my photo as I purchased two (note our use of hand symbols to get the number right) rice cakes during our day trip to Kyoto. Incidentally, they were delicious!
Not exactly what the Daily Post task was, but something nice to remember.
Mmmmm, delicious rice cakes.
I give all my devices stupid names. My Chromecast is called Game of Chromes, my old laptop was Tony Sony, and my Mac Mini is called MicMacMini. All my USBs have silly names given to them upon purchase. The only thing I don’t think I have named is my Chromebook and my new iMac, but the latter is yet to arrive, so I still have time.
We recently visited the Aztecs exhibition in Melbourne Museum. There were a few things that really drew my attention, such as the Aztecs’ treatment of animals. I’m struggling to find examples about it online, but according to the exhibition they’d invite fish into their nets to be eaten, and believed a man’s pet dog (specifically a Xolo dog, which has a striking resemblance to the Peruvian Hairless Dog) would guide him through the underworld after death.