At melting point

So here I stand at the side of my house, 5:45am and the sky looks like it has a volcano rumbling inside of those clouds, awaiting something or someone just to grab it.
Yet the morning being as early as it was could not motivate me to attempt to jump into it, grasp it and run off with it so I admired it.
As I make my move for the day, I end up at a friends apartment over looking the city; tWas 8:30 pm and the sky had looked as if the clouds had seperated, needing their distance after such a long and hard day.
Yet the melting of the color from one transition to another, is what it is..

Blocked out

Just a couple of photo's that may be at interest to your eye.
Nothing too deep about these.
Enjoy.

Our adventure to Phillip Island

I recently stayed at Phillip Island for a few days, just to get away from Melbourne, I stayed there with a few friends at their house.
I have never been there before so it was a new sight to see, I drove up which was a wise choice because the bus and I don't get along too well.
The sights were immense to grasp, my own eyes couldn't believe some of the things that had been untouched, and for that to happen.. woah.

Kwin; something of beauty.

It was friday early afternoon walking along Swanston st with it's busy rush of people trying to get to their destination without any sort of obstacle in front.
At a slow pace, i made my way step by step towards something that would enlighten me without even knowing I came across this individual her name; Kwin.
I had met her a couple of times previous to this, and surprisingly she remembered my face, she remembered the conversation and how it did not end, that it must be continued.
I laid down my books and camera, and watched the concept become reality, the thought that breaths all from a mind, eye and hand.
Kwin in my perspective is an amazing person; she is homeless, but not for the reasons a lot of people may think because of the stereotype of our brothers and sisters living on the streets.
Kwin asked nothing of me while I sat down except for conversation, I have put these photos up asking for recognition of her not I.
If anyone would like to dive a little deeper within Kwin's art, walk along Swanston st, she is always there..

Riding for help?

Went for a roll last night, found some incredible drains; would of been nice to ride and take some photos but before we could even set up shop we got booted out so that wasn't very nice of the security to not allow this happening as it was "Government Property" and we were trespassing.. go figure?
As we come to grips of finding a new place to shred, the spots popped up and as did the photos, we even encountered the leap of faith which a couple of us took but the question is who survived..
Help? HELP? is that what we ask of? But do we really get .. help?
Some will, and others won't as it is just a question that can't be answered but guided with simple words put into the right context instead of doing it for us, why not show us, then teach us, then talk to us?
But then again a simple answer to a simple question like that takes too much time from people's hands.. so they think?
Just think if no one were to help this can... what could happen?
Would it jump?
Would it die?
Would it survive?
Or does it want attention ..

Another picture shown, Another question asked.

Another picture shown, another question asked and still no answer till the word is crossed out and we are left with but one single option.
Another question fades quickly into our minds and we think were back to square one with not one answer in vision. The thing we don't know is by questioning the un-questionable we are already 2 steps ahead instead of one, rather pondering on those 2 words, we ponder on the next question that lays ahead.
Before we are even given this beautiful opportunity of life, we know where it will end, not how; thus being the beauty of life in it self, but when man-made substances are involved is their really any beauty left..
There is no secret, no curiosity involved we have everything at hand for us and we still lack to see the obvious.
But then again that may be the answer, or could it be another question.
So.. smokers please?

He questioned reality.

The question with no answer, the question that leads into a new path either good or bad, hard or easy.
This question has been able to deceive it self for years before and years ahead, with us coming onto idea's and concepts of what our life could be made into, how we could strive for the highest whilst reaching it's lowest point.
The question thus being "What is life?"
With no meaning to that, can you, yourself answer that?
Replace the answer with another question and there you have it.. more path to follow, more sights to see.
This right here is ONE view on life, there are bound to be billions, but only one will be heard..