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I have had a passion for taking photos since I was a kid but only really took it seriously in the last couple of years. I enjoy travel and landscape shooting when I get the chance. Lately I have also got into urban landscapes, night photography and portraits.
Photography
Africa : Australia : Portraits : Night Shots : Melbourne
Journal Series
Building my ultimate work flow
Jon Dawes is a member of African Art and Photography, After Dark, Amateur Photographers' Association, Artrageous RB Artists - Self Portrait Gallery, Australian Portraits, Beach Art, Canon Vs Nikon (1 per day!), Cityscapes and City Skylines ~ ALL THINGS "CITY" , DSLR Users Only - 1/24 - Camera & Lens In Description Please., Elegant Elephants!, European Everyday Life (add the place!), Gorgeous Germany (3 per day), Indigenous to East & Southern Africa, Landscape Photography, Masterpiece: Photography, Moody, Dark, Evocative (no nudes), Night Photography, Nikon DSLR Users Group - 2 uploads per 24 hours, People and Portraiture Photography, Photographers self portrait, Photography 101, Portraits in Natural Light, Self as Other, Shameless Self-Promotion, SHOPFRONTS , Sydney, That One Great Shot, The Male Photographer, The Urban Environment and THE WAIST UP - Portraiture Photography 2 per 24 hour limit.
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All I have are parentheses and periods to / try and glue your broken pieces together. / An ineffectual abuse of punctuation; / my war cry against the tyranny of / the distance between us.
She hates
It hits me / with the force of a million butterflies / fluttering in disjoint-unity against / every surface of my skin.
Those left behind never understand / why those of us who choose / to leave would / ever want to / go.
A lone traveller. / Flailing in a sea of my own words.
Sometimes it doesn’t make sense. / I let it drift over me like a breeze / drifting past and while I know it was there / it leaves not a trace of itself.