scene from the train tracks

Ghost Patrol
now playing: meat beat manifesto - psyche out

slides

Here are some of the photos that have been sitting in my Dad's old Pentax SLR for almost a year, waiting to be processed.
They look as great as they do, not just because of my photography skills, but also because they're slide film that's been cross- processed onto paper.
Very happy.
Now playing: stars of the lid - the daughters of quiet minds

let my pictures do the talking

No need for a narrative with these pix of my recent trip to Tas.
Wish I had a better camera.

foggy atmospheres, foggy head

I really love fog.
Launceston is quite a foggy city as it's located in a valley and the landscape seems to capture the low lying cloud and not let go until midday during autumn.
So, it was great to experience a couple of nights and mornings in Melbourne where the same conditions seemed to prevail for a little while.
There's something about the insulating, masking, nature of fog that really excites me. Perceptions are reeled in, light takes on a completely different quality and everything takes on a slightly spooky edge that's simply delicious. I wish we had more fog in Melbourne.
Whereas these photos aren't the best, they indicate the extent of recent foginess round these parts that is quite aesthetically pleasing, even on the bike ride to work.

There are a couple of photos included with some eerie mist effects and an orb, too.
Also, as you can see, there is a not-so time lapse series of photos of Melbourne Central tower at different stages of foggy dishabille. C'est tres jolie, n'est-ce pas?
Next postis going to include some pictures of recent street art on the way to work along the Upfield bikepath. It's a constantly evolving landscape that reminds me pretty much every day how fortunate I am to live in a city where so many people take the risk of improving the mental environment with their own visions and creativity in direct defiance to the mind numbing banality of advertising.
The streets are their canvas.
I've written this entry whilst a little bit sloshed on tasty red wine.
That's my excuse, what's yours?
just viewed - the bunker (a WWII thriller/slasher about guilty nazi consciences)

francis bacon appreciation society

Has anybody noticed how swell photobooths are?
I've taken to having pictures of myself taken at the old black and white photobooth located outside Flinders Street Station.
One time, late one night, I was joined by a young woman who shared my enthusiasm for black and white photobooth self portraiture. She mentioned that she and a few friends of hers had spent about fifty bucks on having their photos taken in one stint and that Andy Warhol routinely used photobooths. Francis Bacon did the same.
I'm always surprised at my appearance. That's one of the reasons why I like having my photo taken: get's me as much as possible outside of my own subjectivity and into another's.
I used to avoid putting my picture up on my blog because I was wary of boneheads being able to identify me. Now I don't care.
I look tired.
My next post will be a harrowing tale of police brutality and state oppression. True story.
now playing: sly and robbie produced by howie b - softcore surge