Bali – a noir recount of our journey

we booked a cab to drive us to the airport

we waited at my void deck

it was my birthday. i had spent the bulk of the night before staring at myself in the mirror

watching myself leave my 20s behind

we sat next to a lone traveler on the plane

was he going to bali on holiday? did he have a south east asian love child to vist?

was he there to escape?

we arrived at denpasar airport.

there was a scare – we thought we had lost j’s luggage

no matter.the luggage was found.

the journey

continues

we ended the day with a bottle of champagne.

i had by then forgotten that it was my birthday.

at this point, my black and white hungarian film ran out

we spent the rest of the holiday in colour…

birth day

 time

all we know is time

we mark the days with the people in our lives

 

people we love

to make sense of

 

days

 

america

we were there the fall of 2005

we drove past rodeo drive

and stayed at the w hotel san francisco

where did all that time go?

the beauty of route one

still warms my heart

and makes me want to return

to be reminded of how huge the world is

and the possibilities that open up to you underneath the sheltering sky

is exhilarating

to be reminded that there are still so many places to go

and things to do

and to know that “life is a constant journey ahead” is not just a metaphor

new york

where i smelt the burning

and watched the living live

 

just one more

one more

one more

reason

to return

hakone – the forgotten roll

look what santa left me after the cloudy haze of booze intoxicated days have ebbed away… b&w holga shots of hakone i had forgotten!

ending shots of last year

i collected the last roll that i loaded in japan from the photo lab on 31 dec 2007. i had forgotten that it was a roll of fuji neopan 1600.

these are my last few shots of japan. it could well be my last few memories of 2007.

all journeys end, i suppose.

here’s wishing all of you a wonderful and memorable year ahead. do not forget to collect memories!

hotel (part 2)

wedding

there is a certain pain associated with weddings

a heady mixture

of happiness, excitement, fear and a slight tinge of heartache

yes, heartache

do we see this massive journey that two people are embarking on?

this quest to prove to all mankind

that as human beings we do not live our lives

 alone.

hotel

oh hotels

living breathing organisms

little cells of life

living breathing in little designated pockets

passages

strangers

lovers

travelling in streams

like blood

a dreamy haze

lying on your

bed

a window

reminds us of the pulsating life

that exists

outside

this life

black and white

 a chandelier

at the oriental

the building next to us

no

the left of us

 at night

standing beneath

the

sheltering

 sky

thinking of you

thinking of   you

thinking of

you

the dreaming

lately i have been getting strange

disemboweled dreams

of the open sky

visions of myself looking out of the window

as a child

what do i make of this?

a freudian reference to an incident

of my

past?