Herrrrnnnnnngggghhhh...

So now I'm back in Orange. Two car trips, packed to the roof with all the stupid junk i've collected in my room over the year. I dont think i'm going back next year. When I tell people that, I always get asked why, why drop out? 'Photography would be so much fun", they say, "Why drop out?"

I dont know. I dont like to spend too long on one thing. I dont want to be a professional photographer. I want to be closer to home comforts, and my old work. I've got other things I would prefer to do. I was bored at Wagga. Brain felt like mush. Who knows.

Homonyms

Our most recent assignment was 'Homonyms' where we had to make 3 photos with at least one set of homonyms or homophones, words that sound the same but mean some thing different.

Bridal and Bridle

 Palm and Palm

Reeds and Reads

The Rains Are Here

Spring storm, Wagga Wagga

Choose Life by movieclips

Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin can openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life . . . But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?

Everyone has to have some sort of philosophy on their life. Even if you're not some navel gazing twat. Even if you claim to be an honest working, meat and two veg, trash journalism watching, weekend sport playing family man, you've got some sort of raison d'etre brewing away inside, making you get up in the morning.