The Beginning

So I'm sitting here on my bed reminiscing about my glorious holiday that has recently slid away from under me. Flashes of images, sounds, and smells play through my head enticing me, teasing me like a bully. Craving to be abroad again, I start researching exotic places to go, to vacate, to escape, to work, to live, to become part of.

Sitting here on my bed, in Sydney, western sydney (aka. the sticks... I guess 'cos you're so far away from the city, all you'll find out here are sticks, and the occasional rock), I realise I nurture a love-hate relationship with my hometown. I love the fact that it's the best place to grow up in, and that there's such a mix of people with different backgrounds, and that it'll alway be here when I'm over my travels, but I don't enjoy the fact that it lacks it's own unique culture. I'm hungry to travel because it invites me to be drenched in thriving cultures, in boisterous festivities, in beautiful languages, in elaborate communities, in interesting food, in fascinating locations.

You're probably wondering where I've been this past January that would've ignited this appetite for travel. I spent the first half of the month stumbling around Vegas & San Francisco, California, USA with 3 of my closest friends. Then I spent the second half of the trip with my family in Buenos Aires, Argentina & Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. Just the thought of soaking up the sun's warmth, swimming in the refreshing waters of Rio, hearing spanish and portugese swirling around me, and being part of a community with a heavy culture was exhilarating enough. I guess you can say that I'm sick, that I've gotten what's known as the "post-travel blues" or whatever they call them nowadays.

The pictures I take to support the experiences I encountered is not professional, but merely the raw form of how I see the world. It may be beautiful, it may be boring, it may be stunning, it may be dull, it may be interesting and it may be technically incorrect, but all these photos I'm exposing is a part of me that I wish to share to everyone. My humble SLR (the extension of my hand and eyes) is my voice. Every picture has its say. But more importantly, every picture has its own unique song. I get a thrill from freezing a moment in history and having its tender character sing its own distinct tune. Let's just see where this road will take me...