Drowning in the tide - A welcome

So you clicked the link? The magic of the internet has taken place and millions of bytes of information have streamed into your computer and have been spat out again in an organised fashion... But what now? What do you expect to find here? Well, as I sit here and type all alone in the little corner of a garage that I call my own space, not much.

It is the last day of 2015 and there are roughly 3 hours left on the clock until Groundhog Day comes around and we do the same routine again [Although as I age I find that this routine is speeding up, and frantically starting and ending in an ever more haphazard and depressing way - as if it were racing to rock bottom].

My one venture on the internet that I would come close to deeming a success would have been my old blog, Brutalism is our friend and then later called The Capital View. It had minor traffic, probably just bots from the various indexing sites that build lists of nowhere pages that few of us will ever see, but it was mine, and I had a rhythm going. Posting my photographs that I took of my ugly duckling city's urban landscape. Canberra, the Czar of Concrete, much of the city lay dormant, stagnated by unfortunate timing and a lack of interest in it's early years. Halted by a financial crisis and two world wars it wasn't until the city was roughly 60 years old people really began to move in. And in this rush to cater for the thousands of newly minted residents, vast office blocks and tenement suburbs were erected in the fashion of the day: Brutalism, hence the name. It was a style that was almost universally hated in the mainstream but was it's own, and it suited Canberra to a tee.

Why am I telling you this? I've had many different social media platforms since then, but much like Neo in The Matix (Although I am no messiah) I have grown wary of them, seeing them as fake. I wish to return to the days of Brutalism is our friend where my writing would mean something, if at least only just to me.

Now, on with the show.

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I chose the name of this blog to be what it is not because I am a major depressive who functions on 150mg of SSRIs daily, but because of my passion for film photography and the analogue way of life in general. My highest goal is to run a flashback - a one hour photo lab and camera store.

An answer to the previously posed questions of what to expect from this blog would be this:

•  Presentation and interpretation of my photographic works, as well as personal critique on progress and methods.
• Thoughts on photographic matters, mainly relating to 35mm film equipment and processes, and;
• General thoughts on my life. It is very rare to find a blog not littered with personal life notes and I am afraid to say this is not one of them. 

So welcome, and thankyou for stopping by. Much like ending a voicemail or an eloquent soliloquy, ending a blog post is awkward to word correctly, so we'll leave it at Until Next Time.