We were walking among the fleeting day, our recently adopted pooch is throwing himself among the place joyfully; letting his nose plunge into every new smell, unlocking a new bouquet of ownerships. But for us, we were just walking casually among the slowly breaking night. The night was fresh, and there were people about the place running to and fro, coming and going in their workout attire, and then there is us… Being us.

Conversation never really is fleeting, as I’ve come to notice and enjoy, and her opinion is one I hold to incredibly high regard. Tonight, as we walked and talked, we spoke about the good amongst the bad. The point of ruin with each human, the threshold someone meets before minds later and change, the point where everything you came to know changed quickly in a flash. Love, as well, was spoken about. I mean, how could it not be on discussion? It just needed to show itself on such a beautiful crisp summer night.

"I try my hardest, no matter what, to always think of something good about someone, even if our last moments were the opposite" I said, whilst casually pulling Rex along as he was dragging through the grass with his paws.

"Same! But sometimes it doesn’t really work. I mean, I remember writing a list about what I loved about people in the past, and it was just empty"
-“Same here hun, it’s not that I was being hard or mean, but sometimes that alone is a hard thing to do”
“But now, if I want to write a top 100 list of the things I love about you, I can”

She said this out of left field, and it floored me. I wanted to hear her say it again, as it was music to my ears, and I wanted to have it on repeat. 
I’m glad she could write such lists about me, because I would do the same, hell I would trek to the ends of the earth writing pages for a book that I would gladly place at her feet. And in that moment, I was ecstatic, a depart from the usual happiness; but a moment I would savour for the good part of my exhaling breaths.

- Missing Heart?

We were walking among the fleeting day, our recently adopted pooch is throwing himself among the place joyfully; letting his nose plunge into every new smell, unlocking a new bouquet of ownerships. But for us, we were just walking casually among the slowly breaking night. The night was fresh, and there were people about the place running to and fro, coming and going in their workout attire, and then there is us… Being us.

Conversation never really is fleeting, as I’ve come to notice and enjoy, and her opinion is one I hold to incredibly high regard. Tonight, as we walked and talked, we spoke about the good amongst the bad. The point of ruin with each human, the threshold someone meets before minds later and change, the point where everything you came to know changed quickly in a flash. Love, as well, was spoken about. I mean, how could it not be on discussion? It just needed to show itself on such a beautiful crisp summer night.

"I try my hardest, no matter what, to always think of something good about someone, even if our last moments were the opposite" I said, whilst casually pulling Rex along as he was dragging through the grass with his paws.

"Same! But sometimes it doesn’t really work. I mean, I remember writing a list about what I loved about people in the past, and it was just empty"
-“Same here hun, it’s not that I was being hard or mean, but sometimes that alone is a hard thing to do”
“But now, if I want to write a top 100 list of the things I love about you, I can”

She said this out of left field, and it floored me. I wanted to hear her say it again, as it was music to my ears, and I wanted to have it on repeat.

I’m glad she could write such lists about me, because I would do the same, hell I would trek to the ends of the earth writing pages for a book that I would gladly place at her feet. And in that moment, I was ecstatic, a depart from the usual happiness; but a moment I would savour for the good part of my exhaling breaths.

- Missing Heart?

Words

She has the fondest way with words.
A meticulous way to her sentences,
Threading without pause of construct
That feel structured perfectly,
Even if they appear from the ether.
Countless moments are enlightened,
Enlivened, ripened and dulcified
Whenever she lets her mind speak.
It is the curious of blisses,
And the echt of delights pure.
My ears eagerly await the next moment,
Like lingering perfumes,
And thirsty maw.

- Missing Heart?

The capturing of memories.

We tread boards over stages and sling cables that power lights, which then get covered with black insulation tape. We lug weights, 10kg bags of metal filings to secure metal stands, just in case someone was to trip. We slowly raise backdrops and stages, platforms where people smitten with romance and passionate with love can perform for the camera. We do this, as we have a passion for it. The cameras click and expose light to dark film, capturing the memory of the then and there, people wearing different personalities embodied through animal furs and stick moustaches. The fractions of seconds before the exposure and between the flash bulb, the moment that becomes immortalised on print. The moment we care for and are passionate about. 


I can spend these days doing this with the girl, taking photos of the best times, enjoying the moment, creating a memory of loving embraces, as it’s just the ideal notions where magic and romance meet and stay for the evening. It’s something I love, with the woman I love. Her idea is brilliant, and I’m always forever in awe about it, through every camera click and bulb flash. And even if the set has been taken down and the equipment packed away, we’re always left with the memory within us, as we drive away holding hands and attacking the night with the radio on. That moment, is one of the several thousand moments where I am at my happiest. 

- Missing Heart?

The girl and I have hit our three year anniversary, and it literally feels like we’re still in the early days of our relationship. Each day that passes provides us both with so much hope and energy, that what we have feels organic, brilliant and a soulful mark upon destiny. It all feels so incredible, tangible and righteous. Yet, it was something that I truly knew from the very beginning, deep within my own heart and mind, that this woman would be it, the be all and end all.

It’s not everyday where you meet someone you wish to perfect a bowtie for, to capture words from the abyss and structure them into sentences for them, to make them smile, laugh and to console when they need the world to falter with its pressures. If it was everyday, would it be as equally as amazing? I truly think not. This has to be it.

It is now where I feel like my days are far enriched, and my mind is truly at peace. Did it take love to get there? Was it finding where my heart was and nesting in a home within her arms? I’m not too sure. I’ll find out over time. But what I do know is that she is my better half, the thought pattern that crafts beauty, the answer to many questions and the reason why my heart skips beats.

- Missing Heart?

wordsupsidehead:

They defied laws, they defied boundaries, they defied gravity and they defied social norms… But their message is perfectly precise, deserved and eloquently brilliant. It should be the only advertising we ever need to feel like we belong and are connected somehow.  Love is the answer. #checkthatshitout #love

wordsupsidehead:

They defied laws, they defied boundaries, they defied gravity and they defied social norms… But their message is perfectly precise, deserved and eloquently brilliant. It should be the only advertising we ever need to feel like we belong and are connected somehow. Love is the answer. #checkthatshitout #love

I fell in love the way you fall asleep… slowly, then all at once.

John Green, The Fault In Our Stars.

Why, darling, I don’t live at all when I’m not with you.

Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms

This must be the place.

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This place was discovered on a lone journey with a camera, a large 6.5 hectare Botanical garden that houses amazing flora and fauna. I came across it one day after just being bored: bored with work, bored with life and bored with just about everything. I then found out about a photography competition that this park was hosting, and I thought “what the hell” and went for it. I jumped in my car and drove over, and blasted through several rolls of film. The photos got developed, and the truth was; they were horrible. I entered a few shots and I can only assume that I came dead last, but what came about that day was an awakening of a place that I loved to discover.

I returned several times to contemplate everything that life had to offer, whilst walking from point to point and enjoying the new paths. Each visit would fuel my mind and give me a new direction. I soaked in the sights and savoured the sounds. I admired the seasons and the changes that came with them. The boredom was slowly fading away.

The blue tree was discovered by accident, and when I found it, I had to stop and gather my breath again. The site of this tree was so foreign to me, that I had no other option but to stare in disbelief. It stood so tall, that it easily scraped the clouds, and on bright days… it almost disappears into the calm blue sky. Yet my mind was split, and it just needed some solace, even if I felt closer to it at that particular moment in time.

Today, I took the grrrl to this park, as we were in the neighbourhood and had some time to kill. I showed her all the spots; the human powered sundial, the view of the valley, the blooming inflorescences, the ponds, the hills, the animals and eventually this tree. And to see her enjoy it made me feel complete. It felt like the love I had for the place and the connection I had with the environment blossomed more-so with each moment that we shared there. She took photos and I shot some super 8 film whilst under the reaching branches of the blue tree, and it all came out brilliant. It was just something uniquely magical, that I still am beyond chuffed.

I then began to think about the first time I visited this place, I then thought of how I was and how I viewed the whole world, but then it dawned on me that most of the time that I spent there in the earlier years were with a soul that felt truly incomplete. Simple.

So, I couldn’t help it and I let it be known.

"Right now, I am at my most happiest"

- missing heart?

iPhone Shorts 27 - Alvarez reads Wordsworth.


Nothing truly captures the beauty of nature than William Wordsworth’s writings, and in ode of the upcoming beauty of summer, I attack one of my favourite passages…

Don’t forget that all iPhone Shorts have been shot/edited/colour graded/speed notched and effect fudged on an iPhone! WOWZERS!!

A tramp, a gentleman, a poet, a dreamer, a lonely fellow, always hopeful of romance and adventure.

Charlie Chaplain