22 November 2003 7:12 AM

true richness stems from spirituality, and the thicker and darker the forest one passes through, the brighter and clearer the light at the end. Thou the more and more I think about it the more and more I cant help but think is why, even thou I know its not important and In the end I know its for the best it still aches and I cant but realise what real pain is, even thou my life is just a slight scratch on the surface, and I cant sleep again, I cant wait to go over seas and live in another country full of riches, some of the four most richest countries would have to be Thailand, Myanmar, India and Tibet, while writing this I realise that if I am to read this in a year or two or even more I think that I may find this ridiculous or in some way humorous I can seem to do for most things and yet when I try to pinpoint the actual reason it takes about five minutes to realise why its funny, now isn’t that funny, I have an insatiable urge to travel overseas and to live how others live in this rich world, what is it all for, I would also enjoy being able to help those in need, some how.

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18 November 2003 4:03 PM

maybe man needs pain and suffering to survive, not everything can be perfect all the time, loss and gain are as necessary as water and oxygen, without them how do you know what its like when one is lost
Begun again, endless pain
Left in the rain,
Till the sun shines
We will wait in lines
Pieces strewn all over the table
Each person is able

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17 November 2003 5:58 AM

the world is such an amazing place in which so much pain and suffering experienced by people daily, because of others own ego and selfishness. It’s a constant splinter in my mind. Also just relished how well a puzzle can be used as an analogy, to almost everything, revenge, life, humans, society, everything is contained within boundaries, in which a lot of confusion is held, but as along as one doesn’t loose perspective, forget the aim anything can and will be accomplished with persistence. One doesn’t even have to know what the end result will be, but just as long as you are honest and make sure all the pieces fit, then the last piece will fall into place without any effort. I know I am a weak man, am better off for it, I also know that I will always be better off, but never better, as anyone can find what, what I am forever grateful for, the truth, in all its glory without glorification.

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14 November 2003 6:00 AM

AM its amazing how hard it can be to make people see what you see, there so closed off, and don’t even listen to any new ideas, are they afraid to investigate what they’ve been led to believe there whole lives, and some don’t even understand why you would want to.

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9 November 2003 7:58 PM

life is a book, the more people you meet and places you see the more pages, and the richer your own book becomes. This is what real richness is. Imagine to get a job for the UN would be so cool travelling and helping those that truly need it. If only everything was black and white, people said what was really on there mind, and truly honest. Why do people make it so hard?

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3 November 2003 7:01 PM

“The mind-finger presses the release on the silly machine and it stops time and holds what its jaw can encompass and what the light will stain. That moment when the landscape speaks to the observer.” Lee Friedlander February 1970
I’ve found my answer this is what photography is in it purest form, its not so important where you are or what’s around you but that you are aware of the environment around you and listen to it, embrace it, breathe it, to live in the moment when that time is stopped that you interacted with it and that you were a part of it, becoming the photo whether in it or not, it’s a part of you, and a memory, and point in your life. Your life’s so short in terms of the whole universe, but having photography freezes that second for ever, and is a memory in itself that can be held, a hard copy from your mind that can be held in your hand. For there are two places in this world in which things can never exist as a hard copy, or representation of your world, and that’s in our minds, and now inside these computers, where reality has no place. The mind is the same as the virtual world in which computers and the internet exist. A whole world based upon ones and zeros, where nothing exists and yet the whole world is contained with all the information we have gathered over the thousands of years.

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2 November 2003 7:29 PM

another day nearing its end on a mild Sunday evening, troubled with what to do for the following year and what can I do, having had enough of uni as it is I will still have 2 subjects left next year but can I do them in another country somewhere far away, in another world having had a close look at Max Pams - Indian Ocean Journals, and Herb Ritts - Africa, I find we are all different yet, we are all the same, but its life, and I ask what is life ? How do you photograph it? What do you photograph? I find little inspiration here probably because I have, I am this place I am Melbourne, I am the streets and the people, and this place, and all from Melbourne are. When I look through these photos I find myself being taken away not only to another place but another time, where I want to be, I want to be travelling around, meeting people, and going through places talking, maybe this is what I need. Looking at the photos I know that these scenes just aren’t here, where to go and what to do? Is photography though a documentation of what is around you, or is it more, a documentation of your own life? Of places of just where your life takes, and the people you meet each day. How to capture life?……………………………............... What is life?……………………………

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1 November 2003 11:33 AM

AM there can be no end or beginnings simply for the fact that nothing would exist by now and that when everything is reduced to rubble it is recycled and every thing that exists comes from the earth and eventually returns the same all the water used and all that falls from the sky on to the dirt eventually returns to the sea, in an existence where we are so blind to the truth, of all that is real and not real, and the effect we have upon this world, or are we so good at denying the truth that we simply wish to forget about it and sweep it under the carpet. I look through a book of black and white photos of people and places I’ve never met nor been, yet when I look into the eyes of those individuals I cant help but see my self, and every single human beinging within them, as we all crave the same cravings, and we all feel the same feelings, the human body not only is a machine but can be a very delicate and beautiful form that reflects its birth in every picture of the landscape, or is just that being human I see this beauty and frailty that so many miss, our bodies the product of thousands and millions of years of evolution, and found to be the most dominant subject upon the round ball, or is it foolish to think that we even dominate at all, so what if we can build tall buildings and machines to fly in the air around the world, we have only dominated by destroying that is stupidity, not a civilised group of beings, its not surprising that I don’t see anything of awe about my immediate environment, probably because I have become complacent and take this complicated life for granted, and feel that this is no extraordinary place but look to the vastness of this land when there is nothing, and find that extraordinary, but those that come from such lands stand in awe. Possibly because of the atrocities, or what man is capable of, but never seems to wish to migrate here, yet we cant help but return again and again, as thou it were a part of our soul that’s drawn to this feeling of “nature” and nothing but you and the country, and what ever else there is out there

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