Alan

Believe it or not, these are quick portraits of the same lecturer.

I guess I got a bit carried away when I pointed out to a friend,

that this man could easily pull of a old school styled joker.

His named was Alan. He was a graduated Electric Engineer that found himself working in Bio-Medicine Research.

He remininced that when he was at university, digital calculators were the hit thing, like what iphones are now.

He said that he was fortunate when he was researching neuro-activity, for he had a electronics background. This was because he himself had to invent a every piece of equipment needed to carry out his research and experiments.

He said that he found that he enjoyed creating these medical instruments more than the actual research.

Alan soon found out that a lot of her peers, other medical researchers, soon requested the use of his equipment.

Being that opportunist that he was, he started a company that created this unique research equipment.

His company blossumed.

After celebrating 20 years of establishment, he sold his company.

And reserved a ticket, to be one of the handful few tourists to fly into space, through Virgin Airlines.

(This is why you should do electrical engineering)

Illusionary Sky

I enjoy casually strolling around campus.
It was a beautiful scene:
The rains had freshly broken,
the clouds had parted to let the welcoming warm sun the shine through.
The high winds had died down to a gentle breeze;
a lorikeet lay on the face down,
silently screaming into the wet footpath,
blood drooling from it's beak.

There was a loud thud. I looked up to see two black shapes falling from the sky. The library window finiallised it's vibrations subtley. One bird boucned, the other went splat. People turned around to see what was happening, some laughed, some cursed in horror, but everyone kept walking. I approached the scene carefully.

The one that bounced was comically swaying from side to side trying to keep balance. The one that splatted lay in an awefully awkward position, breathing heavily, blood trickling from it's beak. I couldn't keep my eyes off it. The inevitable death that came wasn't gradual. If fact it was quite sudden. It was as if time-space around the mass of feathers, bone, flesh and blood; froze. I paused for a second, and switched my attention to the sole survivor, clearly still dazed beside it's deceased friend.

The people traffic increased.

I picked up the wounded, gently cradling it's soft ripcage. It felt so light, delicate and weak. It struggled pathetically before quickly giving up. I placed it under a bush, away from the mad rush of the footpath. I returned to his fallen conrade, scooped it up, and respectfually lay it infront of it's disorientated buddy.

Groundtakers arrived shortly, and took the survivor into a shoebox to recoperate before release.

I paid my respects and moved on.

Nose Margins

"Noise Margins all...Gorilla!"

I'm afraid this is all I wrote down for my 5pm lecture on Digital Systems.

Acoustic Guitars.
Fake Plastic Trees.
Cherry Blossums.
Fresh Spring Breeze.
Fluffy white clouds.
Fragrant flowers.
My favourite transitional season is comming.

My Very First Roll.

I have decided to shoot in film as a hobby. Although I still think that shooting digital is in all ways safer for special occasions and events.

It was a monday afternoon when I bought my first roll of film from K-mart. ($10:75). An unco-ordinated attempted to mount the film into my dad's Nikon FM caused the film lead to wind inside the canister. So on the Friday afternoon, I bought another roll of film ($10:75), and clumsily, but successfully mounted it. I was happy.

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Snap shutter click.

My first shot, Stairs at QV next to Bread Top.

I quite like these tiny, family run, crowded coffee shops. The busy casual atmosphere is most pleasing.

At San Churos. Another Latte.

San Churos dough stick. Dark > Milk > White

I love you too Gabby

This is Wantirna at night. Right outside my grandparent's house.

My Lovely Desk of clutter.

Charrlotte.
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A total of 18 of the 24 shots were taken. 8 shots were publushed. It seems I had destroyed the first 8 frames while mounting it. To conclude: Shooting film is so much harder. I can never seem to get the correct shutter - aperture ratio, and everything is out of focus. Hat's off to Dad. I now have a greater understanding of the skills invovled in shooting manual.

This is also quite an expensive hobby ($15.95)

Pretty Eyes

Starring into your eyes leads me to the most marvellous place.
Don't take me there again.
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It was a windy, bright, sunny day with an indecisive sky,
when these pair of wings fell from the sky

Credit to Sunni for leading me across the tar to make this delightful discovery.