Stephen Mitchell | Life Lessons, Creativity & Personal Growth
Observations on Being a Weekend Father, Creating New Memories and Figuring Life Out
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 →
In 2012, I was drawn to the idea of capturing the multi-dimensional views of Adelaide's inner city architecture through street photography. My goal was to showcase the intricate relationship between the city's built environment and the bustling life that unfolds within it. With every photograph, I aimed to transcend the conventional portrayal of cityscapes, delving... Continue Reading →
I'm still hurting pretty badly in my right ankle. My war wounds from my attempts at flying are still causing me much angst, pain and misery. Earlier this evening I was feeling a pinched nerve in my ankle, so thinking it was just the tube-sock-bandage I rolled it back to survey the damage. The view... Continue Reading →
Let me first premise this article with the dialogue from which the title was born: There is an art, it says, or rather, a knack to flying. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss. … Clearly, it is this second part, the missing, which presents the difficulties. ~... Continue Reading →
I take self portraits wherever and whenever I can: There's more, but these are my favorites.
After a recent tragedy (~someone I had the good fortune to meet several times, and talk with more than a dozen times, took his own life), I decided it was time to post this list as it has often helped me put the whole world into a new perspective. As Long As You Are Alive... Continue Reading →
Nestled in the Adelaide Hills, our family home provides a sanctuary amidst the urban hustle. Beyond the city's concrete jungle, our abode is surrounded by gum-tree filled forests, creating an illusion that nature stretches endlessly. Suburban life here is a blend of lush greenery, winding creeks, and picturesque pathways - offering a refreshing escape for... Continue Reading →
This is how it was before the lawyers and the government regulated so much of our lives for our own good. When we were kids there were no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets. As infants & children, we would ride in cars... Continue Reading →
This is the very rare Austin A70 Hampshire Ute (or PickUp), albeit a little worse for wear and completely beyond restoration, is located on my father-in-law's farm on Kangaroo Island. This once beautiful car will probably rust all the way back into the ground from whence its metal and leather parts originated. The last time... Continue Reading →
I've accomplished the seemingly impossible: I've cloned myself!. After many phone calls around Australia, all four of us met in my backyard for this photo shoot. Below are my four clone brothers wearing two of my Redbubble shirts and two t-shirts purchased from other Redbubble artists, and me wearing an un-official Apple iPhone shirt! Yes,... Continue Reading →
Have you seen this very new Canon camera? It looks impressive! The Canon EOS 7D. With a 18megapixel CMOS sensor, up to 12800 ISO and a 19-focal-point sensor, this camera looks mighty impressive. The only flaw? Well, just for the body alone you'll pay around AU$2,500. With the kit lens (EF 18-135mm f/3.5-5.6 IS), you'll... Continue Reading →
I had an idea whilst perusing my photography uploaded to Flickr throughout 2008: Upload 1 photograph from each month of 2008 from our own photo-gallery's upon Flickr. Here are my results: January Stichware: None. With a good tripod, a remote, a bit of pre-thought on where the camera would see me and nil flash -... Continue Reading →
Stephen Mitchell | Life Lessons, Creativity & Personal Growth 
[…] with XXY, and alone now, has taught me that my brain is wired differently to most – yet I…
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