I'm no Ansel Adams but...

A long weekend by the sea has prompted a break from work, study, and photographing the usual subject matter of deviant persons in a pub-like setting. It proved a nice opportunity to use the camera differently; making exposures which extend into the realms of landscape, rock formations, and even wisty cloud-like compositions which the immortal Stieglitz loved to create when he wasn't busy photographing Georgia O'Keeffe's breasts.

It seems curious that this trip came at a time I'm studying the Zen-inspired landscape works of Minor White along with marathoning my way through the audio-lectures of Buddhist-popularisers Alan Watts and D.T. Suzuki. It's coincided with a period of time in which I'm interested in the ways man attempts to reconcile himself with nature and the world, particularly in the Eastern sense. And as I have been taken out of the day-to-day nature of my Self in terms of both reading and geography, these photographs are perhaps the first I've ever taken wherein I was immersed completely and totally in what I was doing; that is, the act of photographing. As such, these are probably something of a revelation in my oeuvre, such as it could be called, as it's the first time I haven't been inhibited, pre-occupied or hurried by factors of time and place; and mindful of the general bad vibes one gets from living too long in a vicinity of concrete and computers and people and things.