Every day i awake hoping for a breakthrough in creativity. How to tell a simple story in a simple way, that is what i want to do. To elucidate what is in the head, to look at the sky and read the clouds, to see the wind work it's magic in the shapes and pulsating movements of words.

Dye Vat, Fez, Morocco

i am a rag, a cloth, a worn piece of material dying in ox blood and piss.

Monkey Friends, Botswana and Zambia

24 April, 2011.

Always upon a time there is magic. The door of the mind, opening onto a magnificent panorama of many worlds, leads into the endless cycle of possibilities and probabilities. Anything can happen.

Set in motion, the thought processes create a reality so vivid that all else seems a dream. The mind flows. Nothing can hold back the power of the imagination.

AJK

Walk to Nagarkot, Nepal

18 October, 1986

Today i walked to Nagarkot, on the north-east valley ridge. i meandered along paths, besides streams and up long hills of forest. It has been one of the most enjoyable days i have spent, taking many inspirational photographs.

The early bus from Kathmandu to Bhaktapur passed through rice fields and pockets of houses with small hillocks everywhere. Bhaktapur is a mediaeval town with narrow streets of crumbling brick buildings in orange and brown tones.

The magic started about three kilometres out of town. i was off the beaten track and seeing the most incredible visions of beauty, golden terraced hills of rice, groups of people harvesting in the fields, and girls scattering husks to the wind.

Time travel exists. Past, present and future are integrated into an everlasting and ever changing process of birth, life and death. i can never understand why people fail to accept that the greatest imaginable elements of existence are within and around them. The variety and creativity of nature, and man living complimentary to it, cannot be surpassed.

Perhaps it is difficult for the west to comprehend the esoteric knowledge that is the foundation of Eastern customs and beliefs. Individual perceptions and interpretations through the elementary senses are personal and powerful. It is not surprising that conflict arises from the righteousness of self.

No self, no conflict, no suffering.

Today i walked through the valley of visions.

Tonight i sleep with the gods.

My body grows older.

My mind becomes wiser.

But when i re-read my thoughts, they do not say or convey the intrinsic changes that take place in the mind. My photos are externalisations. Is a picture worth a thousand words? It need not be, as long as it gives a smile on the face of the viewer.

Cisterne Portugaise, El-Jadida

Morocco

Here and There

Cremation, Kathmandu, 1986

Water Lilies, Botswana

Fishing Net, Essaouira

Water Feature, The Entrance, NSW

Boat Hull, Morocco

Carnivale, Sitges, SPAIN

Boat Hull, Morocco

Earings, Marrakesh

Boat Hull, Morocco

Dye Vats, Fez, Morocco

Carnivale, Sitges, SPAIN

It is Carnivale. People parade the streets dressed in all sorts of costumes. It is frightening to realise that some are not dressed up at all, that their natural look is characterisation of themselves.

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