Our world is full of unique and wonderful nouns (people, places and thing). Some of these things help people get to unique places around the world. These things are often referred to as vehicles. And these vehicles are as unique as the people going to those places.
I followed my nose, trusted my gut instinct and it never let me down. I met inspirational people, climbed new mountains, travelled even slower. Choices were narrowed, passions arose, direction was forming.
Sound. Lately I have been observing the detail of sound on a new level. Sitting on a train or camping at the base of a mountain, listening and observing, appreciating every minute sound occurring within my surroundings. Sounds so immediate, so powerful, so complex. So ignored. The trains’ wheels clattering against the iron railing, people … Continue reading The Detailed World of Sound
An amazing thing has been happening amongst the friends with which I surrounded myself. A trend (seemingly worldwide) to reduce the consumption of alcohol in favour for good times with a clear head, and one which you remember, one which you enjoy, one in which you are not desensitising your senses to the point in … Continue reading Alcoholics Anonymous
Its autumn in Perth. It just turned 9 am and it is 31 degrees outside, hot and sunny. My only plan today is to take my aunt visiting from Zimbabwe to the beach to cool down. Yesterday I went swam with sea lions while snorkeling at a popular beach a mere 15 minute drive from my … Continue reading Farewell Fremantle
Taken in a former Television station bombed by NATO in 1999 to disrupt and degrade the command, control and communications network (McCormack 2006, p. 381.). Despite being highly damaged due to airstrikes, the majority of the structure still stands 17 years later. The building - resembling a bunker, lies on the outskirts of Novi Sad in northern Serbia, a half … Continue reading Standing in the Eye of Destruction
This year it will be 20 years since I unwrapped and de-boxed my Swiss Army Pocket Knife on my 7th birthday. 20 years since it left a centimetre long scar on my right hand finger as I hurriedly closed the knife on my way to school - my first of many long lasting scars that … Continue reading The Knife of my Dreams