sandpit

Vibrance

James Bisset.
Apologies for the poor quality thumbnail, click to see better version.
this is a pano I took in a less sober state at the Earthdance party 2008 in Cape Town. The lights in the background (Middle Right) is Woester, the left side is the Urban Dance Floor which lulled me to sleep every night, the middle is our campsite.

Ricardo Simal
I is awaiting technical details and some info...

Personally I think its a great shot, some creative criticism from my side but the lighting is different and quite striking, The only thing I think could have made it stronger is a different scarf. It looks a bit tacky for the look. Just my personal opinion. Wallpaper rocks and the vignette is a nice touch.
Rock on

Digital Graff

Neil Whitehead

An inspirational piece which came when I was chilling with a my London mate (Mark) while he was making ridiculous beats in mates room/sound studio in Acton. Worked on it late nights between my messed up hours as a cocktail barman. Pencil drawing>illustrator>photoshop>kapeesh.

In memory of stinky

this was a drawing i did then took a picture of it under a dim bathroom tungsten lamp, put it on the computer, then took a picture of my beetle that I shot and stuck it behind him in memory of my car.
Yes 'Stinky', is being sold because of his old age. When people get old they get thrown into an old age home but when cars get old they go to the dump. Many missions and adventures he has joined us on, ricardo knows what I mean. How many good times we had together.
He was a friend
He will not be forgotten







The horse and the man


There is something about this picture, maybe its the colours, maybe the awesomeness of the sky or maybe it was the place and time of the picture. It was a misty saturday morning and the trees on the hill grabbed my attention, as though they were all lots of little people that were sitting on the hill the whole night just watching us. Always awake and all enduring of the weather and the people and the music.
the whole picture gives me the idea of the fact that nature and our world is so much bigger than anything in our lives and everything we as humans are, although in the same way we are part of the picture but watching and trying to learn from the wild beast that is mother nature.

The moon hanging over the earthdance celebration, watching hundreds of thousands of people all dancing together to celebrate the beauty of the world.
The english weather gave me a chance to experience mud in a whole new way. It was a mild taste of it because it only rained the first night (plus a few days before the weekend), more than enough moisture to let hundreds of trucks and cars going in and out make a mess of the land. It gave me a proper experience of the game 'stuck in the mud'.
I might have prefered wearing gum boots for three days only because at night it was a bit chilly but being an African gave me some advantage, I'd like to thank the sun for burning the tar for burning my feet plenty of times, I'd like to thank all the walks to sandy bay and more importantly my dad for being a hippie.

No but really the music was insane, 6 stages: 3 heavy trance and phy trance tents, main stage of a mixture, why am i carrying on, live bands here and there, beatboxing that ive never seen before and loads of people tripping out having a proper party.
The sun was shining, the tent was freezing, my feet were wet and there were more jugglers there than monkeys in a tree.

With all of that in mind, i would have much rather been in cape town.

Somewhere on a beach in Spain

Graduated ND and warming filter. The good ol way.

We ended up driving along the coast because we were done with the tolls on the highways. Besides the fact that we had no money for the highways, they were considerably less scenic than the coastal road which we found out. This was driving from the South of France to Spain, it was raining earlier in the morning in San Sabastian, where I might add 'the driver' drove through a red light (the street lights are almost every 20m, very strange the spanish are), and was stopped by a cop on a motorbike, luck was on our side and he let us go with a gesture of the hand.

We were in a small town where everyone spoke Basque, a language similar to spanish but not at all the same. They actually dont like the spanish because they took all their land from them..
No waves so we didnt stay for very long, had a skate on a half pipe and kept driving along the sea.

This is the beginning

the beginning of a new adventure awaits just one more short nights sleep. It must happen and more than likely will happen to everyone that breaths day in and day out. Like as the sun will most often than not rise each day, everyone will come upon the moment of realization to get up and go. so my moment has come.

Colours make us happy. I wonder why. It must be what colours represent to each person.
How one thing can you happy while the same thing makes someone else cry. Amazing how we
are so intricately detialed beneath the skin. inteeresting how we see none of which happens inside anyway. A funny thing skin is. Creates wars, arguments, restrictions of what a person is allowed to do. Arent we all born free?? Then why should the skin which we have no choice over determine the way society looks at a person. Judgement in a split second. we're all guilty, human nature is a common excuse. Works with most of the world doesnt it. you do something wrong and most of the time you can just blame it on the bigger picture of the human race. Never considering that maybe you could think for yourself and realise that this is not the right thing to do, or that this situation is in my control. I think the people of the world will forever question the nature of humans. Who knows hey. Not me, I just put lots of words together in a line and hope for the best.

Life would be so simple if all there was were trees. If we were trees. Stuck in a place, taking thousands of years just to see over the hill that has forever been so inconveniently placed from the start. A victim of circumstance.
Sitting on a bench is a lovely place to be. Temporarily stationary but yet on the move to somewhere new. A checkpoint where everything passes by as you sit and watch, as if a tree. Watching quietly as the world carries on around you. No involvement but to watch as things come and go, change and rearrange. As you stand up you immediately return to being completely involved in everything around you. As though you could have just popped into the world through a time warp. Entering the world from another galaxy. The funny thing is that people wouldn't even know. This is the beauty of a bench, the beauty of all benches. Just a thought.