Snow... now I love

When I first experienced the cold as a child I was not what you call 'a kid in a lolly pop shop', I didn't like it. Growing up in the warm mountains of Australia, I learnt that clothing was not necessary most of the year. Coming back to a cold climate many, many, years later with thoughts from childhood was a slap in the face, the kind of slap from a big lady's hand across the cheek which stings the words 'forget preconceived ideas'. In fact leaving Whistler, the second home for Australian's it seems, I was sad to see the snow filled mountains and cold wind behind me. Of course I didn't walk around stark naked, but once you've worn your layers for a short amount of time, you feel naked within the confines of the fabric wrapped around your body. At the end of the day you have a shelter and a fire, that's the place to get back to childhood habits, but I'll stop there before I ruine your day.
I didn't take a lot of photographs up here, my hand enjoyed the jacket pockets to much, and my mouth, the taste of very good food.



When I was a younger lad... I wrote.
I loved writing, I also loved maths and thought I'd maybe be the one young male to change nerds from useless to gods of a school...Hollywood beat me to it in the end so I decided to ditch all of it and go for the next dreams I had... Be a star gate traveller, become a rich mans apprentice, find my hidden power of flight... non of them really ever worked out. Star Gate was Hollywood, rich men were not teaching and I never had the guts to jump off mountains to really test my flying ability.

The point of all this... not sure, after all I decided to give up writing, and thought a point might manifest.

We have Eckhart Tolle telling us to live in the now.
We have our minds which have been trained to think of the future thus giving Eckhart's theory the boot and we have the ability to enjoy every day we can....

It's all getting too deep and meditative now but I've decided not to delete this entry and start again as a record of some sort of point in time when I started to question some things in my mind and try make sense by beginning to type.

Well I still love photographs more than almost anything in the world and that's all to do with the past. Maybe I love the past... well all the good parts...

That's enough

2 shots
A place like no other