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McKay's Special Pictures

It's those precious moments that capsulate the joys and dreams of life.

Hey Chickens wanna see my brothers sweety blog...go to landon wood and endulge yourself.

Tibet the Final frontier as many would say. The emotions of landscape, blistering sun and snow, wind raptured prayer flags, chanting monks, countless ruins, Dalai Lama and the cultural revolution conjure a documentary that few have tried to produce. In 2001 I landed in Lhasa shocked with altitude and the historical culture. Less than twenty years earlier the capital still boasted dirt roads and more Tibetans than Chinese. Times inevitably change and typically not the way we would like. In August 2005 I attempted my second run to tame my dreams and once again landed in the capital. The development and building that greeted me was a collage of brick and concrete, coupled with countless Chinese and their work hard philosophy. Even after just four year the landscape of Lhasa had evolved to the depth of so called "modernity". Development and "liberation of the Tibetan people" was the initial shout from a government that destroyed over 90% of all holy buildings and structures. Since then the battering perpetual call to free the Tibetan people of an old, caring Dalai Lama issues his final plea of governance and accepts the rule of an obsessive ruler to concur a culturally rich and military lacking race. For those who have dreamed to touch the mountains, play the clouds, and feel heaven your time to reach "the top of the world" needs to be sooner than later. The once Tibet is now becoming overrun.

Yak...Yak...Yak...Have you ever seen a Yak? Well the first time I saw this hairy beast was on the Tibetan Plateau. Equiped with bells, horns, nose ring and hair that would make Marg Simpson jellous. So always watch out for the "Yak Attack". 

The Zombies of Hong Kong

If you have ever walked through the streets of notorious Hong Kong you will quickly realize that you are not alone. In fact the more you wander the more you find that walking here is actually like a video game. Meandering zombies on their way to their master Count Dracula to report the feeds of the day. Working 8:30 to 7:30 six days a week certainly can not be healthy...that is unless you find time amidst the onlooking of a suspicious boss to work out, go swimming, take a leisurely walk, pray, read your spiritual book, take a vacation, and do the required work on hand. Alas, this can not quite be a reality and thus I capsulate these monotonous individuals to the slave driving force behind Dracula's thriving regime. I will evermore become the Zombie killer.

Hey...when you play with knives be gentle.

Can These Guys be trusted???? What do you think?

Do you sometimes feel like this Chinese New Years Dragon when you wake up in the morning? 

Recently Julianne and I went to Taiwan and boy did we eat like kings. In fact if you look closely you can see just how big my belly really is at this Japanese Restaurant. 

Yes Dog's Latrine. 

Have you ever seen a dog latrine before? Well while I was hiking I came across one. Good thing dogs don't need privacy while doing their thing. 

The Boys on St. Helens Sometimes it's those great memories that last forever.

Solitary Confusion

Within the confined walls of my thoughts; Endless impressions of raindrops; Cover your body with unmanageable consequences; This scene imprints my mind and embeds itself into history; Where thoughts of happier days resurface to seek fame and power. So skip happiness along the nearest lake and pretend it never sinks, Because our imaginations could never disappear. And still we persist to glow as fading lights on a mission for blackout; Dreading the moments conceived through absentmindedness; Covering every tear with four letter words; While managing to conceal reality with smiles and white teeth. But now the tortured notion of solitary confinement; Distinguishes itself in every reflection; That grins back though the polished tiles; They seem to lead my life; Square by Square by Square By Landon Wood

New Web Site

For those of you who would like to know what I do please check it out - Standing Tall Australia

The Joy of work

There are times in life when the perpencity of progession seems to be clouded by a shrewed darkenss. The bits of light that funnel through create dillusions, distractions and uncertainties. The greater the uphoric symphony of dreams the more miss perception life seems to become. The one thing that is certain and constant seems to be the simple fact that work is joy. Those are morsels of work that create joy and change the world forever.

The Trip

Seeing in the real world, Trying to taste the salt, For out of life springs light and liver, Can’t digress from reality either, Old times reverberate through my ears, The smells intoxicate my nose, Deepness transcends dreams and hearts, Pushing upward from an unknown source, The way in divided by my touching hand, Through shouting of a forgotten voice, Anguish is replaced by perception, Then I arrive at the place called home.