just go for it

slipping into rhythm is definitely something i have no trouble with, not because i am a habitual being but because i definitely am not...  When i say these things like habit and rhythm i'm pretty much strictly referring to my ability to wake up at an sort of practical hour and my reference is strict because when i'm in straya i run at minimum output; as i've spent too long with this holidaying-whilst-home mentality.. a mentality motivated almost solely by my motorbike and desire to achieve whatever i consider to provide me with maximum contentedness at any given moment.  I think this pit was dug because I was lacking any goal to motivate me to something i consider worth attaining, but i'm back on track now and up in Vancouver crushing days with in an office with like-minded preachers of well-rounded lifestyles..  

i don't have any real plans outside of attaining mobile living before the winter, that way i opportunities to migrate will be ideally acceptable...   mobility is essentially all i want right now, ill get a motorbike soon but for now im getting so much stoke out of riding my pushbike that a part of me wants to avoid motorisation, however, all parts of me pertaining to logic suggest buy a motorbike ASAP but use pedal power for work commutes [as i beat my motorbike riding homie to work thanks to bikepaths etc]

 

Travelling and taking pictures along the way is no doubt dope but i was silly by considering that a job, it gets me paid but it's nowhere near stimulating enough to make up for the home times and their desire to minimise critical thinking.  

I'm excited be the prospect of Matt moving up here too!  

"disguised, perhaps by the night's fog, was not the steepness of the dirt road but the concern for our livelihood and immense terror felt as a result of selecting the 'nearest mountain peak' option of my Czech GPS... and to its credit it did just that, but i relearnt the valuable lesson that having blind faith in automated systems can potentially result in slipping off a 35% dirt logging road, at a point barely wide enough to accommodate my wagon's axle, clinging to the side of a 3000m+ mountain in a foreign country without a phone or anyone knowing where you were, 2 hours above civilisation. The fog-roof of recklessness."  me

I know im looking for something, im not sure what it is but i have a feeling that acquiring mobile-living is the step i need to make in order figure out if i am infact looking for anything, or im just excited by the vasteness of adventure and how much adventure can be had when your house moves and has a dual-sport attached to the back.  phwoar life of lamb pt. 4 

Roy. G. Biv

thank goodness for airports otherwise i’d never be motivated to painstakingly scour my flickr logs for colourific representations of Roy G Biv’s spectral representation of whatever colour actually is…..  

Never really liked red to be honest, i mean its rich, commanding and is said to enhance humidity, but offers very little in the way of casual intrigue…  this was shot on the side of a road in Sth Korea and, to be completely contradictory, i find red leaves so incredibly beautiful, perhaps due to the 1 season regime [fucking hot] of queensland and the extreme lack of deciduous flora.

Orange was the first pickle in selection as a singular colour palette in the natural environment is incredibly rare, especially when the spectral range relevant to his first name [Roy] rarely exist separately..  thankfully sunsets happen everyday ;)

This photo was the fuel for this post [and 14 shots of coffee] but mainly because yellow, outside of flowers [i was trying to avoid including flowers as thats cheating]  and this is the one picture i’ve found that presents a strong yellow.   this is a mineral pool that i found in Valle De La Muerte (Chile)

Throwing back to my party days of disco lasers and documenting {mostly} underaged drunkards …..  don’t do this with your main camera, apparently it has the power to blow sensors [youtube it]

Well this is pretty much a perfect wave, typical for TOS.

Galahs at dusk, probably scouring the urban environment below for potential roost. 

rant via my fb page :  much like the Catatumbo lightning of Venezuela this storm cell in the NW of Argentina fires 150+ days a year without ever moving.. perhaps interestingly this phenomenon usually occurs in methane rich environments and the reaction which, in the case of Catatumbo, generates more tropospheric ozone than any other source on earth..... primordial soup intrigue.

this is the last track of a valentines mix by Ryan Hemsworth for BBC1..  its rad

return of the past

almost exactly two years ago i found myself on my first international skate adventure, having been drafted by DGM as a picture maker.  I was unaware of the project and 4 out of the 5 people involved so this trip was a sort of meet and greet/make bulk photos that would ultimately sit around for 2 years before catching my attention this morning, distracting me until this point, and for a few minutes into the future.  The trip was epic as I got to travel and shoot with the 4 most influential people in my downhill life, the ones that onset my passion of downhill skating and eventually taking pictures of it.   

Noah Sakamoto and JM Duran in NorCal. 

Those 4 fellows were James Kelly [probably the best downhill skater ever and pioneer of modern downhill and the whole standup thing], Cliff Coleman [invented the hands down slide back in the 70s (named the coleman slide), also a world pro yoyoer] finally Noah Sakamoto and JM Duran, two of the 3 blue-suit bombers, the guys who first alerted me to the adventure of downhill and influenced me to want to ride mountains, as opposed to little hills around Brisbane.  The 3rd member of the blue-suits was, and still is, awol...  supposedly flying off some of the largest rock formations on earth.   It was hectic, these guys were the biggest deals in downhill's core yet they were so mellow and down to earth; a realisation that led me to want to spend every moment inside that sport and it's community.  I also met a handful of other rad dudes whom i still acquaint with today, i realised that NorCal is a place to be.

Noah by the bay and noah on a hill.

Cliff, Berkeley Hills.

As i mentioned earlier, the trip was for DGM which is a photo-collective of downhill photogs which i was involved with until i left last year.  They're doing well, having released issue 1, yeoow!  

JM 

Byron Essert

Tomio Choi

the American Dream

Bob

Im fairly certain i was star-struck when i took this photo.

Bobby the assessor. 

note:  i did not make this film, this film made me.  [along with their first video of this style - Bombing Claremont]

Second Nature (Sector 9) Full Film from Colin Blackshear on Vimeo.