migration

from now on ill be posting on wordpress, i find it tighter to use and a fresh start is always for the better, www.thisorchard.wordpress.com

time seems to be slipping away so quickly lately. gig this saturday which is pretty fucking nerve-racking, yet exciting in the same sense. heres a picture i like

something to watch

Lives of the Artists Trailer from mickey smith on Vimeo.

band geek

okay so iv'e got 2 gigs coming up,
one at nightlife on the 24th, a second at expressive grounds on halloween. We're apparantly playing in front of 300 or so adults which will be quite interesting, especially considering the occasion and the fact im going to yell my head off.

at the moment we're trying to come up with a sturdy name rather than dead reckoning, simply because it reaks like corn. if you want to check us out goto http://www.myspace.com/ausdeadreckoning

"Have you ever felt like there is a thousand people inside of you - they are memories"

a message to those who know the truth

Truth is hard to find and you will never begin beleive how much bullshit is placed right before our fragile eyes. From the moment we are born we are exploited and told how to live our lives, what to want, who to talk to, what to do. When your sitting on the edge of a cliff on your own in the dark with noone left but your insecurities do you take the easy way out and jump? Or do you turn back start a fire, and wait it out until sunrise brings the new day? I'm sick of being told, being influenced by people who have no idea, i watch great human beings sink into sand because others are pulling them down and i can't help but yell until i can't yell until i can't breathe until i can't hear any bullshit, any bullshit.

drop

reapers ran through my mind,
yellow strands of sunset glowing stood still,
at the tip of my tongue i shattered the skies
and the way-ward whispering of fault howled like a wolf's lonely tears.

blur is time

nights and days

ive been spending time with different types of people frequently and i love the mix. new friendships are growing and its truely more satisfying than i ever imagined. work will be hard these two weeks but i'm confident it will be worth it, whether the money's spent on a camera, car, or holiday. i just can't wait for the future, i really can't.

healthy advice

"Let's not be narrow, nasty, and negative." -TS Elliot

effects

a friend of mine

confinement

theres always a part of me kept away for noone to hear or see, it comes out at night and cries like a wolf until the moon puts its spell on and i fall into dreamstate. another day drifts away and the sand between my toes hardens, another layer shades the ever so faded glimpse of whatever it is that makes me, myself.

bang

just finished my qcs exams, almost there.

good afternoon

while in rich air and green blanket,
gold be gold until yellow vines droop,
drawing a picture of ancient altitudes
superpassing any newage rust,

songs from soul for not gold
shiver with hoarse barks and graceful glides,
melting - the sky like a reserved tomb
an ornamental stage

rolling do winds into sun playground,
what stars filter our grace shine no fright,
flickering their cyrstal polen glaze over a black canvas rose
while pettles fall softly into sleeping dreams

awake, feels the wisdom inside me

often windy

Lets walk down the slippery ledge, who cares what's left behind, ide rather be lost anyway. Every now and then a soft lust in our eyes decides to bubble, moonlight is so cliche and i have a gut feeling. There's something peculiar about that house in the valley.

what happens when a sun explodes

experiments

a man is found not within himself, rather the world he decides to envision himself within



we live in in a graveyard

of light

flow

burst

what we are affraid of holds us back,

death is just life,
life is just the slow process of death,
fuck the boundaries

lonewolf

probably the greatest photo ive come accross

days work

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with winds they wave their wise wounds, shrouded in heavy hymns
while fields of dreamy eyes ignore their patient graves,
living in a life with no leftovers,
no regret

we can breathe in space, they just don't want us to escape

denim

days gone with the wind..

i'll never look at these toys with that youthful enthusiasm they once harnessed, goodbye innocence.

a blood vessel

burst all over the sky one gracious afternoon,

Sick

Great. It's day four of my journey to self recovery and still feeling pretty shit. Not only is the disease itself stressful, but the fact that iv'e got a shitload, and i mean a shitload of assignments due in the coming weeks, and if i have any more time off school im going to be ridiculously behind.. So atm i'm kinda chewing on vitamin c religiously and hoping for the best.

Iv'e kinda abandoned my experiment due to work commitments and plain laziness. although i did Watch a great movie today, American Gangster taught me a few things about drug trafficing so all isn't lost for luke as of yet. peace out more photos soon.



getaway vehicle

lush

megan fox

ate

In the midst

of all this junk ive noticed a flaw in my plan. I certainly do beleive everyday is beautiful, although my ability to catch it is rather not, and with the copious amounts of photos on here people would get rather sick of the attempts at the defining image i'm trying to capture. Mmm to continue or come back later..

swine flu, with a twist,

sven

If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly, our whole life would change. - Buddha

6

not finished

five

fire on the horizon, smokey memories

four

days of tar

th ree

dirt holds us together

number 2

still so far away

day one

Today i will begin the arduous yet rewarding task of documenting every day of july through a seemingly poor quality batch of photos. Yes, i know, sheningans, but it gives me an insentive to improve on a passion.

Heres my first installment, haha i actually almost forgot about the whole deely until tom came to the rescue and told me to get off my arse and take a photo of the sunset(thanks tom).

Have Heart

changed my life

fuck study off

liquid thought

tainted deep blue,
whispers with sand,
folds onto shelfs, into mouths,
soak yourself,

through the cracks of my skull,
its washing as im watching,
learning, breathing,
condensing thoughts

liquid thought will never rust,
until the desert dries and i turn to dust,

questions

expand your mind, ide rather be asked a question than told an 'answer' anyday

dreams are

lines

one day, will this all make sense?

update

Time unravels itself in mysterious ways and I’ve found myself changing ever so often these days. Like a garden your life grows at a fascinating rate, new leaves and contacts can blossom overnight and can consequently leave you feeling strung out. this can cause one to become overwhelmed with embarrassing reunions with shifty looking birds who think they know you, or actually do know you but and you were to shitfaced to remember their names or what they looked like. Yep, now you’re feeling stupid, but hey, crawling into a little ball won’t save your ass. No, you've goto face the music and that potential slap in the face for your rowdy efforts. Events like this coupled with a nasty hangover can leave your average bloke feeling like he's just watched the matrix series back to back. It’s at this point in time where instead of resorting to playing house arrest with your imaginary friends; you leap onto blogspot in a last minute attempt at attaining sanity.

This week has been pretty lame, the surfs out of reach due to its enormity, my dads camera isn't adjusting to light properly, my beloved mp3 decided to kark it after 4 years of loyal service and to top it off my brain cells had a rough encounter with constable gin and side show vodka.

The north coast of nsw is now covered in a liquid goo combination of water, mud and cow carcasses, which is said to have the Iluka locals licking their chops at the thought of such a tantalizing concoction. But seriously, pnau know where it’s at...

scraps

reflect

Isn't it just amazing how the smallest things can bring back the largest collection of memories.. Ive got a fair bit on my plate at the moment but i couldnt help but sit back and let this uncanny love for life grow. "Every moment is a golden one for he who could recognise it as such." - Henry Miller


this picture reflects (literally) and since it was the theme of my day
i thought i might share it with you, whoever you are

Eliza Dushku

shits and giggles

as cold as stone, as deep as bone
no, im not at home

photography and writing is what i do, and what i want to continue doing. it hasn't occurred to me until lately how important these to things are to me, especially when the waves are sleepin' and im not creepin' hehe.

storm edit




i neeed a jobbbbb

be free

with every corner, theres a new sign

so what road are you going down?

in recent times ive learnt that happiness derives from self expression and letting yourself flourish, no matter how repulsive the audience is.



bare red basin,
bleeds below,
it moves, silently,
softly beating like a hearts vibration
(honest, pure - utter magic)

rivers like cracks,
dive so deeply into her mind,
soothing her soul as ridge like ramps ravage
an outer shell - shaped in time,
(an illusion)

masked mother,
how do you hold that,
infinite weight,
scattered accross countless countries and continents,
whilst i can hardly bear the weight,
of my own existence
(?)

consistency

is my enemy.

w.a is beautiful, so is travel.
im in the process of getting some decent shots for the collection, shall be home next monday so we'll see how that goes.
my pre-desert antics havent seemed to impress the large population of old people that im surrounded by, which enevitably has resulted in me writing endless pages of lyrics and other junk in my new bible, titled 'index'.

at the moment i feel like theres so much i want to say but i can't grasp it you know? i feel so encased at times, like a chest waiting to be opened. This doesnt help when im surrounded by narrow eyed fucks that write me off because im a, 'stupid kid, who has no idea about anything', fuck people make me laugh eh? they cant just accept the fact that im not going to go down that slaveridden road they went down, they cant accept the fact that im going to do what i want to because thats what makes me happy, and they cant accept the fucking fact that they wish they could do that to but they repress it like they repress the way i look and think and wish that one day maybe ill be able to spray something into they're thick, dry heads that might just change they're lives for the good because they need something to set them free.

what lies ahead

.

i want something or someone to put all this wasted thought into,
i want to find a fucking part of me in someone else. i want someone that i can cherish every fucking day in my own way. i fall into this bullshit, i cannot just for once be my complete self, i cannot find that path to walk or sky to scream at.
where do i go from here?

boxed in

i can put a reason to almost everything,
except my own anxieties

ufos are real

when the wind blows

rest in peace old friend, you'll never be forgotten

frustration

my computer likes to be a jherk, so i decided to take a few photos



friday the 13th


my valentine