Saturday, January 27, 2007

Hiatus Stop


It's good to be back. Featuring the work of Fleaster after quite an inconvenient hiatus, no thanks to a virulent strain of the flu bug. It's good to be able to post, photograph, blog, drink (coffee that is), draw, write, etc. The simple things - as always.
  • To take long walks in the wee hours of the morningwith, someONE special fresh after the rain with minimal traffic and warm tungsten lit streets - watching empty taxis go by as you speak your heart out - and sweat it in the process.
  • To chase that dream - it's easy to forget in a city like this.
  • To listen to music and truly feel the emotion.
  • To watch a film and not be afraid to laugh with it, weep with it, and rejoice at moments that are meant to be, casting aside mock cynicism or label it "saccharine".
  • To realise that for all that world can offer, that all are the same in the hospital waiting room.

Monday, January 08, 2007

Cloudspotting





Easy weekend. Slow. Now that the weather's improving, it's cloudspotting season. Me likes.

Sunday, January 07, 2007

The Ordinary Life Lived






Seriously, there's something really appealing about the ordinary life. You head out as and when you like, where you like and do what you like. There're heaps of good stuff around you, low traffic, the serenity of a nature reserve, the cool crisp tingle of the morning air and somewhat misty demeanour of the rainforest's canopy just before sunrise. I like Saturday mornings with late sleep-ins, a down tempo afternoon and an evening stroll in suburbia. Life's simple pleasures - an ordinary one.

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Nocturnālis


With the living room piled up high with a warehouse load of plastic injection kit boxes, I thought it was high time I did something about it. Working late into the night, I endeavour to at least finish a sizeable portion of my "back log" inventory...and that's enough plastic to last er...generations.

Monday, January 01, 2007

O-Seven



It might seem odd that the year begins with something as random as an airport viewing gallery shot or something along the lines of a Project Zeta. But think of it as the end of the previous year 06', and moving on to a brand new year 07'. Somehow, the skies evoke a sense of renewal in the wake of a new year, pointing towards an infinite vastness that's filled with real possibilities that man-made artificiality simply cannot beat. And Who made the Skies? Why is it Blue? The science aside...but Who decided it'd be Blue in the first place?