Earlier this morning, I got to thinking about moments for photographs that are stuck in my mind, yet I have not had the opportunity to return with a camera to capture them. One of them is a fog-covered and very wet parcel of land in the corner of a paddock. The view in my head... Continue Reading →
How Vulnerability Helped Me Find Myself
About two weeks ago my emotions ran wild and nearly overtook my normal crazy creative state of mind. How on earth could such a thing happen? I expressed my emotions through my photography, and it was quite vivid! Yes, that is my head with string wrapped around it like a roast meat. It is experimental photography,... Continue Reading →
Why is There Such a Lack of Civil Communication?
This was written on my Apple Touch in 2009. Tonight whilst clearing out data I happened upon it again. I've decided to publish as is. Your responses are welcomed on any part of what I have said. It's our action and in-actions that effect the outcome. This is never more obvious on the train to... Continue Reading →
Supporting Services for my Son’s Surgery
By way of thanking all the services involved in the recovery of my son over the last five days, you'll read what has transpired: Massive appreciation for the following services over the last 5 days: The Kingscote Hospital and nurses who were open, available and willing to help at 5AM last Thursday after Jai vomited... Continue Reading →
[…] with XXY, and alone now, has taught me that my brain is wired differently to most – yet I…
[…] Living with XXY, and alone now, has taught me that my brain is wired differently to most – yet…