Brisbane

The Bloke with a Beard and Binoculars on a Bench reading a book in Brisbane.

Tweeed

Pigs and Pieces

Byron

Burleigh Beach

Night time adventures

the boat builder

Beach days

Pentax K1000 - Kodak Portra 400

Mudgee days

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Pawning my stuff

I feel like a junkie selling all of my things for crack... I sold my laptop yesterday for 100 euro, depressing seeming it was $1500. Today I sold my old camera bags, 5 euro for both... That´s not even enough money to buy a meal at McDonalds. All is good though, there are less things weighing me down and more room to bring home souvenirs!

Tonight I met a man at the bus stop with a pet goose sitting in the basket of his bike. He was really drunk and tipped over the bike, his goose fluttered out of the bike and started squawking. The man then decided to put the bike back in it´s upright position, forgetting that his goose was tied to the basket by its neck. What followed next was a little bit gruesome. The goose was hanging in the air by its neck, screaming and flapping its wings whilst "Mr Gooseman" drunkenly jabbered on to me in German, oblivious to the fact that his goose was slowly being hung. I had to stop him from talking and point out that his only friend was dying. He then sympathetically grabbed the goose by the neck, shoved it in its´basket and smothered it with his jacket...

I´m stuck in Munich for a week; sleeping out of a tent, having cold showers and eating bakery food... It´s all good, because next week It´ll be India, the stinking heat and most probably extreme diahorreah.

For the time being, I´m trying to improve my street photography skills. Street photography is on a fine line between stalking people and trying to capture a genuine moment in the city. Because I´m pretty inexperienced at all of this, I am more of the stalker type. Watching and waiting for weirdo looking people to walk by, I´ll walk in front of them in the street, pretend to be setting up a picture of something far off and wait until they walk through the frame and snap away. It gets awkward when they stop because they think that they´re getting in the way of your picture..

A life of travel

I am back to a point in life where I'll be waiting long hours at train stations, sleeping at airports, being hustled by taxi drivers and wondering where I'll be tomorrow. I am really excited about going to India, and the best part is I don't know where I'm going or what I'll do. Everything is uncertain.

This might sound like a stupid question, but do you know what time it is?

Gallipoli

R.I.P Opal Smith

tires and girlfriends

Vienna

Big schnitzels, German everywhere, staying with weird old lady, public transport, sausages, crow bar, big churches, lipitzaners

German like dressing up