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Spoke Too Soon.

Thoughts, stories and ideas.

Hiking  | May 29, 2024
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Mishaps.
Music  | May 28, 2024
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Vinyl me.
Photography  | May 25, 2024
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To create.
Music  | May 24, 2024
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A tune.
Hiking  | May 24, 2024
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A desert life.
Hiking  | May 23, 2024
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Garmin love.

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Hiking  | May 29, 2024
Mishaps.

'You're not worthy of a uniform. You're but an amoebae.' Words stuck in my mind forever. Day 1 of compulsory military service. I'd just come back from Thailand. I was tanned. And in shock. I was standing in a corridor, looking like

Music  | May 28, 2024
Vinyl me.

I love Spotify. I use it every day and find it hard to imagine a time living without it. I can't wait to see how it evolves and I even like some of the AI generated playlists, they are mostly pretty spot on (although I could do without

Photography  | May 25, 2024
To create.

'Have you seen the insane AI videos, so easy to do and they look amazing! It's crazy', my mate said. And, yes, I had seen them. My x/twitter feed was packed with them. I watched a computer generated ant travel through a maze of tunnels

Music  | May 24, 2024
A tune.

Some songs are made different. This is one of those.

Hiking  | May 24, 2024
A desert life.

In a rushed existence where you're bombarded by stimulation and information, the stillness of a flat, sandy desert is almost confronting in its nothingness.

Hiking  | May 23, 2024
Garmin love.

I remember my first fitness watch. It was a revelation. I love to hike, and whilst part of that experience was the uncertainty around what’s next, suddenly knowing how far I’d walked enabled me to relax more. An hour ahead of time? Pack down, have a snooze in

Music  | May 22, 2024
Slide Away.

Songs have a special ability. They allow you to time travel. Details, feelings, smells. A few notes, and your mind is back in a time and space long since past.  And some songs seem to follow you throughout life. Like a protective guardian, there when you need them. Through the

Tales of wombats & a possum.

This is a tale about a tent, a gang of wombats & a possum ring leader...

Solitude can be bliss.

Solitude is sometimes bliss. No mobile reception. No people. No cars. Everything you need packed neatly (well, that's what I strive for anyway)) in a pack on my back. I want for nothing. This is my happy place.

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