Footstepping

dont know if anyone will get what im talking about. some pictures of Syndey coming up soon, just feeling a little enthusiastic about these words so bare with me. it's my tribute to robert frost. let me know if you get it. thanks.

Footstepping

Going down a paved road
knowing it was once dirt;
a traveler must keep in mind
the road is refined by layers of work.

A road being made has no boundaries;
up, down, side-to-side, hidden and uncovered.
Footstepping is a troublesome task;
how grave it is to blunder.

But boundaries are made to be destroyed.
And roads made to be remade.
Footstepping is a pointless task,
but it's tough to find a gravel path.

Although footsteping can consume a life,
and cause much pain and grief and strife,
footstepping can also be undone
on a journey towards the setting sun.

A Photographic Update

laptop and a messy desk. this is usually what i stare at when it's time to procrastinate.
now you can officially say you've seen the world through Zubin's eyes.

thats me. and my guitar. making music together.
what else can i say about that one?

some of the international mates invaded my flat. we went out that night.
what a crazy night it was.
from left to right- Natasha (UK), Oscar (Hungary), Sebastian (Germany), and Zubin (Me!)

some of the canadian mates. we were eating a kangaroo curry, courtesy of master chef: monsieur jeffrey peck. (from left to right- Ryan, Jeff, Jenn, and Heather).

this is me beautiful new guitar. look at her.
wow. just like a celtic goddess.

Thats me! Searching for enlightenment under a banyan tree.
The shot was taken at the beautiful garden in the middle of the city in Brisbane.
The garden is like paradise. Only thing, at night time the bats swoop kinda low.
How am I expected to reach nirvana with all those people around?

Crikey! My buddy Oscar, with Steve Irwin and Family.
Oscar is from Hungary and the majority of English that he speaks
has been acquired through conversations with me.
I've also picked up a little Hungarian along the way.
Magyar Orsag Gyonyeru!

Harriet the tortoise. The oldest living creature on the planet. 180 years old.
Charles Darwin studied this specific tortoise and brought her to Australia.
She has political grafitti on her back from punks through the years.
Imagine that: 2 world wars, the invention of the airplane, the car, a whole bunch of other things. Must be very wise. All she wants to do is eat flowers.

Beautiful colours that day.
Ran out into the middle of the road with my camera to take this shot.
Look at that contrast in colours! I think im a sky enthusiast.

Max Romeo and the Upsetter. These two spiders have been
sharing a web outside my bedroom window for a couple weeks now.
The big one eats the big food and little one eats the little food.
The big one is Max Romeo. The Little one is the Upsetter.
If you dont know what im talking about, you need to listen to more reggae music.

Zubin's warm-up song. It's dark and scary. Just the way I like it.

In the land of heat, couldnt get no sleep.
Me and Jeff workin on one of Jeff's tunes.

Lightning Fuse. Powercut. Scatterbrain.

A selection of lines from T.S. Eliot's "The Waste Land"

And when we were children, staying at the arch-duke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

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Tuesday had all the makings of a wonderful day. Blue skies, sunshine, chance of an afternoon thunderstorm. It was the first time in weeks that i turned on my fan. At about 3:30 in the afternoon I heard some grey clouds in the distance. I got a little frantic and excited. I thought to myself, "finally, im gonna get a good storm." I watched as the clouds got nearer and the sky got greyer. Pretty soon the sound of thunder was getting more and more frequent. The sky wasnt just a dull grey, but it was radiating. The glowing sky brought me close to my window, and i decided to actively watch for a while. The sky was angry. It was a beautiful colour, so i then decided to pull out my camera. I was going to try and get a lightning bolt on video. I fumbled with my camera to get it out of the case, turned on the camera. I was half looking outside and just about to take off the lens cap.

I dont know how to articulate the impact of this story, but i was on the brink of death. A lightning bolt had literally struck our building. In that instant i saw nothing but great light and felt the immense heat of the lightning bolt. It couldnt have struck more than 15 feet away from me. I tossed my camera up in the air (luckily it landed on my bed), and i ran out into the hallway of my flat where i was greeted by my also startled flatmate. She was about to go into the shower, and was startled by the loud sound of thunder. I dont even remember the sound, i was completely put in shock by the infinite colours that filled my eyes. I dont remember the thunder at all, but the colours were like nothing i've ever seen before.

I was buzzing. I honestly thought for a second that maybe i'd been struck, and still was considering it as i ran into the hallway. I was completely charged. Buzzing.
Im still buzzing from it.

You feel the most alive when you're on the brink of death.

It's what T.S. Eliot was talking about in this part of "The Waste Land". We fill our lives with such inane and dull activity, that when something shakes our very existence, we realize what it's like to be a human. A human the way that nature intended.

There was something very human about my reaction. Without thinking, i reacted to the lightning bolt. I ran. Instinctively. Without thinking.

In the mountains, going down on a sled, holding on tight, there you feel free. It brings you to your most natural and human element.

I hope you can understand what im trying to say.

Lovely, the sky is turning grey again.