Photos – Lost Lagoon

March 12, 2009

Still quiet days at the moment, but starting to get better. Last weekend turned out to be a lot of fun and it’s helped to lift my spirits somewhat. I sense a future journal entry in the making…

In the meantime, here’s a few shots taken at Lost Lagoon a few days ago, plus a leftover orange from a preceding breakfast at Joe’s Grill.

After all these years, I’ve finally dived into the deep end of shooting RAW, rather than JPEG. I’ve downloaded a trial version of Adobe Lightroom, which helps with the conversion process.



Catch-up & Black Dogs

March 3, 2009

So much for getting back to “daily photos”.

It’s been a rough month, I’m not going to sugarcoat it. I’ve hit the proverbial brick wall and consequently spent most of February in hermit mode. The madness of the last few months finally caught up with me in a big way. There have been days in a row where I haven’t left my apartment at all.

I’m feeling a general sense of hopelessness about many things at the moment. Losing two jobs after the scooter accident and the resultant medical bills have now left me behind the eight ball financially. Work is very hard to come by in the current economic climate and I’m going backwards in a big way.

As it stands right now, if I don’t get some form of regular work within the next month or so, there is a possibility that I may have to go back to Australia for a while. I’m now living on reserves only, to the point where I’m literally paying to live in Canada. That was not the idea behind me being here in the first place. Living on my own funds whilst travelling is one thing, but not on a day-to-day regular basis. I do want to try and stick it out for a while longer, if I can. Part of it is because I have an apartment lease to consider, but I’m feeling that having to return to Australia in these circumstances would amount to defeat.

I’m also feeling wrung out, mentally and emotionally. There are days where I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I barely recognize myself. I feel empty, a shell of myself, of the Pixie I used to be.

I was going back through pieces of a travel journal I kept during the USA/Canada epic wander of 2005. Looking back at my younger self, s/he was also conflicted, but at least s/he had a sense of hope and energy. I wonder whatever happened to that Pixie…

How it’ll all pan out, I really have no idea at this point. It’s just day by day at this point.

At the very least, I’m starting to make some effort to salvage the 365 project. The four shots below are grabbed from random snaps taken throughout the rest of February.