‘F R E A K S I T T I N G’
A cat sitter arrives on the job at a filthy conservative and equally as affluent family home. Her counter-culture soundtrack and anarchic attitude are exactly what’s needed to unleash their suppressed secret into society. But while making peace with the recently raised she soon realises that embracing one’s freak is a two way street.
… that I was swimming in this …
… instead of writing a thesis !
Binna Burra, Lamington Rainforest, Queensland
I didn’t realise just how difficult it would be to take photos of wild animals… It’s almost as though they don’t want to be photographed at all, can you imagine!? It does stand to reason, I suppose. The majority of human interaction with animals is driven by malicious intent… (‘mmm turkey, capture, kill, eat mm’). So I think it’s safe to assume that these animals, who understandably seek to avoid predators bearing questionable equipment, are not going to be comfortable with a creepy camera-yielding human crouching in the bushes, (would anyone be comfortable with that?!).
This blog was a gift from my far more techno-savvy brothers, a means (and a hint) to regularly share my photos and experiences with everyone while I was travelling. I never fancied myself as a ‘blogger’; I would never for a second assume that anyone would choose to read or view my interpretations of the world, without at least expecting to gain specific information (i.e. an update on my whereabouts and whether I still had all my limbs/dignity). Until I started blogging, I never really considered writing or taking photos as anything more than a holiday-hobby, as is probably the same for a lot of people.
It’s winter and fungi are everywhere, all the parks and gardens are decorated with funky hybrids of Rhododendrons and Sea Cucumbers. So in line with what appears to be mushroom season, I thought I’d post some photos I took a while back of the closest thing to wildlife I could find without going anywhere near the wild…or life.
Peaceful political demonstrators yielding flaming sticks and bongos, flamboyant Ibizia party floats flanked with sparkly, scantily clad Adonises and uninhibited nude cyclists flashing unsuspecting pedestrians (me)… who said Vienna was boring?
Berlin to Prague - Germany to the Czech Republic.
Prague looked like a fairytale - Cobble stones and castles - Absinthe shops around every corner…
* denotes my favourite city.
Berlin was an absolute favourite; it’s hip, hospitable and the people are hot. (I think they might know it, there are photo booths all over the city).
