I had recently stumbled in on what I thought was where I wanted to call home, a little dirt road just south of Margaret river, a rarity for the nomad, ”I thought home was in the heart” yeah I’m back to thinking such a beautiful thought as “home” (being that one place) is just a … Continue reading BackFrom|WhoKnows|WhereAmI.
THE FARM. Winding up the old service roads, deep into the woods, higher and higher until we reach “The gate”. a significant part of the scene, one or more solid steel beams block the road. nobody may enter and no body leaves without permission, and even then it is all in the boss/supervisors own time, … Continue reading “The Trim Scene” Part2.
Introduction. It feels like a lifetime ago I was nestled “High” up in the Hills of Humboldt County. Days passed with our heads face down into our trim bins. The sound of scissors as they snip away the leaves on those precious Buds, each gram adding to the overall some of one inner greed, unable … Continue reading “The Trim Scene” Part1.
ThankYouCanada. 3 months have passed since Sophie and I worked for two weeks in paradise with the large red faced man with his O’lMiluakee, 3 months ago Sophie left to Italy an I continued picking fruit for the next couple of months. It doesn’t really feel like 3 months ago I was in bed by […]
I spent the next month with Sophie travelling up into the wild north of British Columbia. The beautifully rugged scenery, endless mountain sprawls, starring out at snow capped mountain peaks whilst laying naked in the summers sun alongside some gorgeous rivers edge, diving into pristine waters, showering under hot water falls, bathing in hot springs, … Continue reading The Road Trip. Canadia part 2
The rain falls outside the foggy windows of the van, inside, the smoke curls in the condensed air, wrapped under the multiple layers of blankets, my head nestled into the excessive number of throw pillows. Ignoring the water leaking through a series of invisible cracks in the window seals, that I still haven’t fixed for … Continue reading FirstDazeInCanadia.
I find myself sitting in Starbucks, a rare occasion, strictly for the Wi-Fi and not the overrated yet surprising reasonable priced coffee. I look around for some sort of inspiration, starring at my oily keyboard and feeling guilty about the bacon and egg muffin I just ate 12 hours passed an ‘official’ breakfast, and I … Continue reading ToughtsOnNoSubject.