i just had a moment. i was looking at this picture….
and i decided to get some insight, as even my very limited knowledge of the zone in which we were in, hinted at it’s environmental importance. I was familiar with the volcano, the Gondwana Rainforest and the zone’s biodiversity- thanks to the post-volcano fertility and the obviously rich landscape but I’m no expert, infact i quickly realised i could never have imagined the fucking immensity of this location. How was I to know I was standing in a Rainforest that dates back to when there were only 2 continents, somewhere in the range of 250-500 million years ago….
Lucas George Herrington- top tier dude.
So i kept reading with a penchant for specificity and as I made my knowledge more finite i realised, once again, probably for the too many times to admit, that I live in paradise.. not only that but there is a rainforest, beginning only 1.5 hours from my city that i could easily spend a lifetime in.
YATESY!!!!!!!!
cleansing the enfilthment and mud stained skin from the previous nights adventure with a silent spa
my pants ft. mud…. this trip is when/were i fell in love with ‘mud’ as a term of endearment.. Mate/Mud etcetc.
fuck all this ethical turbulence relating to my photography, the reason i started this and fell head over heels was the lack of ethics, the power to express and document the things i enjoy, love and value. my ethos of casj does not have time for wigging because what i love about photography is the incentive to explore, worrying about how my clients are expressing my work is only going to do me harm, both emotionally and professionally.
