Stephen Mitchell | Life Lessons, Creativity & Personal Growth
Observations on Being a Weekend Father, Creating New Memories and Figuring Life Out
I've been housebound for about 3 weeks, suffering from Gastro, Severe Vertigo, and Tinnitus. Consequently, I have had to deal with the 3 or 4 telephone calls each day that, according to the person ringing, are not selling anything. Yet, ultimately, they are. What has rattled me today is not that they call me - but they... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
Quietly amused. Phil Keneen posted this quirky photograph on his blog - and now it is showing on the WordPress home page as an image and post of interest: About 2 months ago I shot a similar image, and without any knowledge of his or anyone else composing such a strange image. Here is my... Continue Reading →
Whilst I wish I could find time to lift my camera to my eye, I am using my eyes to either sleep before the baby arrives OR to read about interesting photo techniques that I would really like to try one day. Tonight I stumbled upon Shayne Gray through Tumblr.com. Shayne has very easy-to-read tutorials... Continue Reading →
I've often contemplated ways that my blog could make money. But in the end I went with 'rant about the online universe', 'random link' and 'hey check out my photography' style. Now that I have read this interesting article, I am thinking again about how I might make money from binary words. The Dark Side... Continue Reading →
If you knew someone who is wheel-chair bound, what could/would you offer them to do that they wouldn't be able to without leg-use? I ask because I recently made friends with a guy on the train (after righting an injustice), and I wanted to offer him an opportunity that he would not otherwise be able... Continue Reading →
My QotD: Change is good. Change is difficult. Whereas underestimating the value and importance of change is hazardous to one's soul and future. Appreciating the fact that change is inevitable is smart thinking. Even if it takes a little time to realise.
Most Australians would know by now that BORDERS are in liquidation. As an avid book reader, I am dismayed by this, yet am thankful we have other great book suppliers in Adelaide. (Dymocks and Angus&Robertson to name a few!) Despite knowing about the liquidation a few months ago, it wasn't until tonight that I actually... Continue Reading →
Wow, It has been about two years since I visited the Adelaide Zoo! My favourite animal to photograph is the Flamingo. They are a beautiful bird with a prestigious aura about them. Since it is highly improbable that the aged pair of flamingo's we have remaining will ever breed, one can only hope the Zoo... Continue Reading →
I had to do it: I have built the world's BIGGEST lens: I will soon be acquiring a telephoto lens, though not one quite as long! Mine will only be a CANON 70-200mm f/2.8L USM Lens. From all the professional photographers I've consulted, the f/2.8 is the ideal professional lens that fits my budget! While... Continue Reading →
I've had this idea for a snoot for about six months. But the issue was how to fit the square peg (flash gun) into the round white plastic ("Betty Crocker" frosting tub). A few nights ago the idea appeared before in my day-bag: About eighteen months ago I got a Apple Touch. Within six months,... Continue Reading →
Stephen Mitchell | Life Lessons, Creativity & Personal Growth 
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