Jeremiah was a Bullfrog

Here are the initial ideas for an animation I am required to do for school. Unfortunately I know that flash and my relationship is not a loving one and while the idea is there, the execution is going to be another thing and I doubt I will have a follow up video of a completed animation that resembles this in the slightest but... it's the thought that counts. Oh wait, no it isn't.

Tas-MANIA

Cheap flights prompted a voyage across the seas on a 3 day excursion to our estranged state. No expectations were set, all of us content just to get away for a few days where all talk of school and work was declared disallowed. While a good part of the mini holiday was spent eating beautiful food and sipping Pinot, we did manage to persuade the struggling engine in our tiny hire car to show us a few of the sights. Our first trip was to the tip shop. Interesting concept, amazing outcome. The name is fairly self explanatory. The tip shop is a place where all of the treasures rummaged from the local tips come together and off themselves to the public for budget prices. Cheap trash? Who would've thought. While the tip shop would be great if you actually needed something obscure (new microwave plate, knight's helmet, new years eve float character etc etc) it also had a vast array of records, books, clothing and... pretty much anything else you can think of. The best part was that everything is grouped with other things of the same nature, so there is big piles of drawers, next to big piles of broken brooms and mops which sit behind a wall of soiled fake flowers that blocks the view down to where it appears a mothers group have left all their infants while they go for a browse around the store (but which is actually the place where all the prams which have ended up in the tip now reside). As is customary, I forgot my camera but managed to purchase an overpriced disposable on arrival. Unfortunately most of the photos of the tipshop bonanza are on my phone and at the moment I really can't dedicate time to figuring out how to transfer pictures from one device to another.



But Tasmania isn't just full of used garbage for sale. It is also has a tremendously beautiful landscape and coast. One afternoon we headed along the coast towards Point Arthur stopping intermittently for fresh air and views. Standing on the edge of the country looking out to a seemingly endless ocean seems to put things in perspective somehow. Silence is the only option to take in this sort of a view. Places like this make loneliness appealing. If only that sort of solitude was accessible closer to home, somewhere to escape to and make believe you are the only person left on earth. Sea breeze licking your cheeks, thundering of the waves below blocking out all other thought. Bliss.

The Prom, Minus the Taffeta

I just came across some photos that I took almost a year ago while on a springtime camping adventure with my dearest friend. We went down to Wilson's Promontory which is a magically gorgeous part of the world and a perfect little retreat away from the stress out that comes with staying local. Bushfires ravaged the region a couple of years ago which is tragic, especially when you see how much wildlife is kickin it there, but the regeneration of the plants is amazing. Along the side of the road, in amongst thick, twisted masses of black branches there is the brightest of green fighting for life. Still water reflects mirror images of the both and the intricacy of the patterns created is amazing. It was one of the most naturally beautiful things I had seen. Creepy yet comforting.
The best part of Wilson's Prom however was not the surrounds, but the wombats that walked right through our campsite, not even batting an eyelid as we had kittens at the fact that YES there was an ACTUAL WOMBAT strolling through our temporary home.... RAD!

Saturday Night Fever

Literally. A Saturday night in suffering from chronic bird flu (at least that's my diagnosis). Yuk. Never again do I want to pass the hours till bedtime on a Saturday night trawling through Identifont, measuring margins, comparing point sizes and sweating it over leading. I guess it could be seen as a good thing, school work almost completed. Perhaps I should try getting sick every weekend - that way I might just pass second year.