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A modern day ruin brings with it, every bit of nostalgia and intrigued as an 1800 architectural wonder filled with stories of family and heartbreak, deceit and abandonment. One such ruin at present (Feb 2014) still stands in Bowden Street, Alexandria in New South Wales, Australia – the old Dunlop/Slazenger factory, thought to have closed already some 20 years ago. Opened in the late 1930’s, it served a dual purpose for production of shoes and sporting gear in one half of the factory and tyres the remaining half.
This urban decay has been the focus of attention for any photographer with even a slight inkling for anything abandoned, decaying, mould or rot infested. Which I happily fall within and will forever kick myself for not making the trip, even 4 months earlier, where it was still somewhat accessible to anyone who cared to engage in what seemed like an obstacle course, armed with circuit and endurance training, scouting walks, barbed wire fencing, sidestepping pallets, heaving through large ‘pothole’-like puddles cased with years of sewage water and bacteria growth … just a regular Sunday outing, of course.
As appealing as all that seemed, this was also one of those times where I can now curse a knee that is in dire need of reconstruction and no way on this beautiful blue earth, was I capable of scouting walls or fences, without an ambulance en tow and the certainty of time in the emergency room. Not to mention the very blindingly obvious fact that every conceivable access point had been barricaded, barred, welded or padlocked shut. Okay, I was getting the ‘do not enter’ message loud and clear. And just to reinforce that message, we (myself and my wonderful friend Glen, who agreed to accompany me to ensure my safety), and dare I say, probably was just as intrigued as me to enter the premises, got a stern talking to by the ‘supposed’ owner, who it seems does regular drive-by’s in the hope of catching such souls as myself trying to trespass.
So that was that. I can at least walk away with a somewhat satisfying notion of ‘can’t say I didn’t try’, although not before we’d looked around a little bit more, and after making sure, the owner had moved along, hopefully home. We hung around, and got a few pictures of the exterior and some much talked-about graffiti, while passing my camera through the bars to snap anything that was in view (not an easy task considering long exposure doesn’t work quite so well hand held). But I managed to snap one wall at the very least, not much better than nothing. Fascinating to imagine what the interior rooms must look like; such eye candy. And another one of those times that I am forever thankful that I decided to purchase a DSLR with a swivel LCD, enabling me impossible angles.
Even just this one small inconspicuous wall I was able to capture, shows the signs of what must be an amazing techni-coloured concrete jungle inside.
And of course, no derelict building is without a little bit of history, albeit it slim pickings for this one.
Slazenger was founded in 1881 by a brothers Ralph and Albert Slazenger where the brand quickly became a leading manufacturer of sporting equipment for golf and tennis. In 1902 Slazengers were appointed as the official tennis ball supplier to Winbledon with the current deal set to run until 2015, where it remains one of the longest unbroken sporting sponsorships in history.
The surmise of Slazenger is largely due to technology and to some extent complacency. Back in the days when wooden tennis racquets held no peer, brands such as Slazenger and Dunlop were a dominant force in the world, but with the introduction of fiberglass, graphite and Kevlar, so many more brands have become available to consumers, giving them an extensive range of choice, Slazenger were slow to react to this new technology and could not re-gear their existing factories to produce the new materials and keep up with new trends. And so tried to remarket their brand using quality as their selling feature, however this marketing direction failed to hold support with the public and the brand fell from grace.
In 1959, Ralph Slazenger Jr sold the family business to Dunlop Rubber who was in turn bought out by BTR plc in 1985 and formed a Sports Group, combining Slazenger with the Dunlop Sport branded goods. In 1996, BTR sold Dunlop Sport for £300 million and a new company formed, known as Dunlop Slazenger, where it was again sold to Sports Direct International (SWI) in 2004 for £40 million, who in turn sold on the rights to the Slazenger Golf brand in Europe.
However with the purchase of Dunlop Slazenger by SWI did not come the global rights to the brand and they chose not to diversify the brands, thereby putting strain on their own resources and finances.
In Australia and New Zealand, the Slazenger brand is owned and licensed by Pacific Brands, with full and exclusive rights to sell and distribute throughout those territories. From the early 2000s due to poor management sales plummeted. Rather than investing in the brand, the Slazenger management began downsizing staff numbers, closing branches, cutting back long standing sponsorship as well as stripping back costs elsewhere within the business. Despite these radical moves the Slazenger brand still ultimately offered no real return to Pacific Brands and in 2010/11 they sub-licensed it to Spartan Sports who had been operating in Australia since 2005 and is owned by Spartan Sports in Jal Andhar, India (established in 1954).
It seems those who have been fortunate enough over the years to access the factory to photograph have described it as one of eerie fascination. Describing it as what looks like workers literally just up and left one day. Leaving gates unlocked, files and paperwork still scattered on desks or floors. Filing cabinets left ajar. Decrepit remains of the old wooden Slazenger tennis rackets remain scattered among the odd tennis balls. And of course today, with so many who have passed through its hallways, temporarily or somewhat permanent, it now resembles a haven for drug pushers and the homeless. A setting you’re more likely to come acroos in a gangster movie rather than a suburb away, as real as life.
It’s been a haven for professional and amateur photographers, wedding shoots, portrait photo shoots. An urban gallery of colour strewn with graffiti from artists with immense talent, one full wall depicts a life size portrait of Heath Leger as the Joker from The Dark Knight. Films have been shot within its walls – a maze of several stories encompassing staircases, boardrooms, safe rooms, toilets, storage.
Incredible images can be found on Google for those who were fortunate enough to still venture inside her walls over the years before all access points were shut. Here you can see the real beauty of what remains and how time has degraded what once must’ve been a bustling environment.
Imagine a love story that never had the chance to flourish but instead will forever be tainted with sadness and death, and a house, built with an overwhelming sense of romance and promise, never to see the light of day, instead given up to ghosts that have taken residence in what should have been a happy home filled with light and love and family; such a house is known as The Abbey….
Today (2013), I decided to make another visit to Annandale, in the hope of catching a glimpse of the gardens, and run my fingers over stone walls that has stood for 133 years, and possibly see the infamous ‘lady in white’ who roams the tower. But the Abbey remains hidden behind high sandstone walls, free from prying eyes of the public
Here is a love story so sad and tragic, what remains today is stunning 50-room Gothic mansion, haunted by live-in ghosts who co-habit with its owners.
Albeit ‘house’ would be the understatement of the century. At No 272 Johnston Street in a suburb of Annandale in Sydney, New South Wales, Australia, stands a stone Gothic Mansion, (known as the Witches’ House), modeled on a Scottish manor and built by John Young, master builder, engineer and masoner, who migrated from England to Australia and lived in Melbourne for a period before moving to Sydney, where in 1877, he bought land in what is today the suburb of Annandale in Sydney, with the intention of creating a garden suburb to rival our harbourside suburbs such as Darling Point.
Along Johnston Street in Annandale, he erected a row of 8 homes; Abbey, Oybin, Rozelle (now demolished), Greba, Hockindon, Highroyd, Kenilworth and Claremont (now demolished).
Street Plan taken from Local Notes.wordpress.com-Annandale
Of these 8 homes, the Abbey was by far the most spectacular, modeled on a romantic Scottish manor in a variation of the Victorian Free Gothic Style, encompassing stencil work, timber architraves, a Gothic Vault, hand-painted panels, gables, arches, lions, gargoyles, quatrefoils, chimneys, turrets, a cloister and a tower with copper cladding, and rumoured that Young might have stolen the Gargoyles from the St Mary’s Cathedral in Sydney, where he was the principal builder. In addition, reinforced concrete was used, which in those days was considered quite an innovation. The house, in all its splendor, was completed in 1882.
And the sole purpose for Young sparing no expense for such a grand design and undoubted uniqueness, comes down to good old fashion love. His one reason for the Abbey being so unique in design was to lure his wife in the hopes that she would return from the UK to live with him in Australia. Alas, she did not and died whist on a ship bound for Australia, and so John Young could not bring himself to reside at the Abbey and instead lived in a house called Kentville (near Rozelle), while only housekeepers occupied the Abbey.
From 1887, the Ballroom and Stables were converted and used as a boarding house for private Sydney schools, until 1924, when the mansion was subdivided and converted into flats, which turned out to be the beginning of a long period of sad decline.
Thankfully in 1959, this grandiose erection of once breathtaking beauty, was rescued and purchased by radio engineer Lancelot Davis for £4500 for his son Dr. Geoffrey Davis who continued to lease out some of the original separate units to artists for 2 decades while he began the long process of restoring the Abbey to her former glory. During this time the Abbey was occupied for over 50 years by the Davis family who resided in the former servant’s quarters, along with cats (their trusty barometer for spectral activity) and the mysterious lady in white, who is said to roam the tower.
The 7 Davis children all claim the house is haunted by ghosts. Francesca Davis, raised in the house with her brother Gervase and 5 siblings, says “Everyone has a ghost story to tell”. The basement and main bedrooms are notorious for ghosts. Other oddities include doors and windows opening and closing of their own accord, visitors catching glimpses of dark shadowy figures and of course the Lady in White who roams.
How incredible that I live in a country where I’m able to view such history ‘in the flesh’. What I wouldn’t give to be able to take one visit through the mansion. To roam the halls, touch the grand staircase, feel the floorboards creek beneath my weight and what a treat it would be to experience some sort of paranormal activity, of the friendly kind, of course.
However on this fairly nondescript day in 2013, I ventured to Annandale, a 40 minute drive from my house in Sutherland. I’m first struck by the enormous width of the street and literally find angled parking right outside the small front gate of No 272 Johnston Street, which oddly seems so inept for such a grand structure. One would expect a high spiked fence with ornate design; complete with gargoyles keeping vigil or at the very least a very large old weathered rusty door knocker. Instead I’m greeted by a humble yet beautifully carved arch and a simple wood paneled door that reminded me of being back home in South Africa. A strangely comforting feel .
Nonetheless, you can imagine my excitement as I step onto the sidewalk and am immediately stunned, literally speechless, all for the fact that I can feel my heart beating out my chest, I’m in awe. Definitely. My neck is craned up, gazing at a towering sandstone architectural beauty. There really are no words to do justice.
As I gaze at the house, one can’t help but wonder what it must’ve been like living at The Abbey centuries ago and then try and picture the interior now. You wonder how much of the design remains part of the original plan, have the appliances and plumbing have been replaced with modern, are the hallways dark or airy and light, what boards or carpeting dress the floors. I’m certainly envious of her current residents. And so sad that I never knew about this treasure when it was up for auction. I might have stood a chance of glimpsing the interior. But I digress - back to the last bit of history that is The Abbey and where it is today …
When Dr Davis passed in 2008, the contents of the house were auctioned off by Lawson Auctioneers in May 2009, and the house sold to Michael Hogan, his wife and son Nick in November 2009 for AUD$4.86 million. Some of the contents auctioned include dusty collection of great books, music, instruments including a harp, grand pianos and gramophones, revolving bookcases, and even 4 lamps that once lit the Sydney Harbour Bridge.
For those who are lucky enough to live in Sydney and have the opportunity, I would highly recommend a visit to Johnston street Annandale, whether to be mesmerized by an over powering structure that still stands 133 years later or to appreciate the care and attention to detail in all the intricate patterns and design from the roofing tiles to the gutters.
And just to reinforce that this house has seen so many family, friends, visitors who have had the privelage of either growing up in The Abbey or being a temporary resident. Here are some letters from actual tenants who have lived at The Abbey over the course of her 133 years of existance, regaling their tales and experiences of their time on Johnston Street. http://localnotes.net.au/?p=421
I don’t get the chance to travel often, but when granted the luxury, naturally I’m always scouring for items/places to photograph, preferably something old and forgotten and decaying or rusting and what luck; on my recent trip back to South Africa in May, my mom lives just outside of town on a small holding and on a plot down the road belonging to a friend, sits another beautiful ruin. Land not occupied and there sits such a beautiful structure that must’ve been in tact once upon a time, but now left for years to weather the environment and destruction at the hands of humans. So what was once habitable is now an amazing sight of decay and rot with barely four walls standing and taken over by vegetation.
An overview of my photos from our April Photo a Day challenge with Fat Mum Slim (FMS) and daily theme.
I’ve lived in the Sutherland Shire for several years now – a little world in its own. Close enough to the city to still enjoy the cosmopolitan life, yet far out enough to get away from the hustle and bustle that can make you crazy with stress. ‘the Shire’ is home and every weekend I try and take in yet another part of its beauty.
One in particular is an old house on President Avenue, right on the main road, and I drive past it every day en route to the station for work. Over the months I’ve watched how this weathered wood house go from habitable to abandoned, and slowly boarded up, fenced in and watched vegetation take over. Imagine watching an old black and white classic, slow and intriguing – watching something modern turn to ruins - a beautiful sight. And every day I drive past, I make a mental note to grab my camera, and capture this wonder.
And one Sunday morning in December 2012, spur of the moment, I could no longer resist. Grabbed my wide angle, jumped in the car, eager with excitement and made my way down to Gymea. Whilst the house faced the main road, the entrance was tucked away in a the back street. Upon arrival, as anticipated, the entire property was fenced in, but I managed to squeeze through a gap in the fence and to my delight, found I had to do some bush walking amongst thorns and debris. All the more exciting.
And so this is what I found …
Less than 4 months later, sadly this old worn beauty is no longer. What now remains is an empty lot, overgrown with weeds, awaiting what will no doubt we a modern construction...
This weekend I had good intentions of taking a drive out west to The Junkyard, to scour for some treasures I can use in my art and get in some photos, but it seems this dreary weather that suddenly fell upon us had other plans in dictating my mood and so, amidst the cold, rain and wind, I decided to get cozy and get my hands dirty with some paint, glue and metal.
Starting with a blank stretched canvas and wire mesh, usually quite daunting, but when it comes to mixed media, easy and loads of messy fun.
Next was raiding my stash and slowly building layers, using a combination of the heat gun and the painstaking process of waiting for gel medium to dry in between layers.
After 24 hours of drying, I’m finally able to start with some coverage and it’s Gesso, Gesso, Gesso. My mixed medium love. What would we do without this wonder?
After a few layers Gesso, it’s finally time to start with some colour and as per usual, I stick to my greens and browns. One of these days I’ll get adventurous and venture to the other side of the colour wheel .. or not. But for now it’s my favourite colours of Glimmer Mist and Lumiere Paints. Whilst I love this type of work, it’s terrible frustrating waiting for each layer of mist to dry before applying the next and unfortunately using the heat gun doesn’t really help as that just aids in melting the gel medium. So I wait.
Close ups ...
To say 2012 got the better of me could possibly be the understatement of the year. Who knew this would turn out to be one of the worst years I’ve had for a long time.
A cancer scare, got divorced after 3 years of being separated, unexpectedly met the most amazing man, fell in love and in turn got my heart broken (that’ll teach me..), had the loneliest 35th birthday, finally and realized some of my closest girlfriends were merely using me as a convenience - you live and learn.
But as disappointing as the year had been, there were some incredible silver linings that I’m thankful for. I got to travel back home to South Africa and spend over a month with my family and reconnected with my extended family; a reunion if you like and toured Cape Town for several weeks. In a word, my trip was bliss. But terribly sad to say good bye to them and return home to Australia.
Looking back on the date of my last post, I realize how quickly time flies, how a year can surpass you without you realizing it and so I’m endeavouring to record more of my life here, least I forget, good and bad, this is my history, a part of me and hopefully will teach me valuable lessons that’ll get me through later in life or simply serve as a means to reminisce.
Below is a snap shot of some of the most amazing sights I saw in Gauteng and Cape Town during April 2012 and a great reminder of the I priceless time I got to spend with my mom, my aunt and uncle and it was a wonderful time to reconnect with my cousins again. Memories I’ll treasure for tyears to come.
Naturally I’m drawn to all things photography and was enticed by a FB group FMS. They run a monthly Photo-A-Day challenge. Self explanatory and good fun. Always interesting to see the various interpretations by photos posted by members of the group. So here is the posted list for March challenges and my contributions below.
March Day 5 | UNDER |… under paid.
March Day 6 | CHAIR
March Day 7 | FEAR | … since late high school, I’ve had a fear of swimming in the ocean or any water where I can’t see the bottom.
March Day 8 | FAVOURITE | … one of my favourite lane ways in Sydney.
March Day 11 | IMPORTANT | … Life today is stressful and hectic at the best of times, it’s important to stop every now and then and smell the roses. Appreciate the little things.
March Day 12 | IN THE DISTANCE
March Day 13 | SOUND | … Every morning en route to work, I get to walk under the most beautiful clock, suspended in all its glory in the Queen Victoria Building in Sydney CBD. Sometimes I just stand and marvel while it chimes away. The most captivating sound, especially when housed within a building, the acoustics are gorgeous
March Day 14 | TASTY | … Maybe it’s the fact that I’ve been away from home for 12 years, but I still crave the taste of good old fashion prawns at the Ocean Basket in South Africa. I adore Prawns, but there’s something in that lemon-butter sauce as well that sends my taste buds into overdrive. Memorable beyond words.
March Day 15 | EXPLORE
March Day 17 | GREEN
March Day 19 | A SIGN | … This image, taken last year during my trip to Cape Town, South Africa. I’ve always wanted to visit the Island where former South African President Nelson Mandela spent 18 of his 27 years imprisoned in an 8x7 foot cell. After boarding the boat that would ferry us out to the island, watching the flag sway in the breeze, I was finally able to tick one thing off my bucket list.
March Day 22 | ABOUT ME | … My two obsessions are art and photography. They’re my relaxation, my lifeline, my sanity, my outlet, my creativity, they’re ‘me’.
March Day 23 | WHAT U DO FOR FUN | … every few months I get itchy fingers and move furniture around in my apartment. I love change. This month the bookcase has been relegated to the dining area.
March Day 24 | UP | … cnr King & George Street, Sydney, NSW. There is some awesome architecture to be found in the city. I love it. Although my soft spot is heritage listed buildings with history, character and phenomenal stone work and detail.
March Day 25 | IN YOUR DRAWER | … I have this little love and obsession for candles and all things that smell delectable. So I’m never in short supply.
March Day 26 | SOMETHING YOU DID | … Saw Bruce Springsteen in concert Sunday 24 March 2013 at the Rod Laver Arena, Melbourne, Australia
March Day 30 | RELAX | … the last few months, I’ve gotten into the habit of getting stuck into building puzzles late, late at night when sleep eludes me, as it regularly does.
March Day 31 | STUFF | … they say you can never have enough art supplies and I agree, yet have come to realize, you’re never gonna use it all, so I’ve tried to cull ruthlessly and use up what I currently have and keep all essentials in one location.
Table Mountain … Named after its flat top and its peak standing majestically 1 086m above sea level. How can one possibly sum up so much beauty that you only really feel once you’re standing on the very tip, peering over the edge and looking out over the whole of Cape Town and realize in awe how high up you are, how incredible those surroundings are. There really aren’t words. It was mind blowing. Surreal and utterly beautiful.
Before arriving in South Africa for an extended stay, my intention was to be a tourist and visit all those places I never bothered whilst living there. Shameful but I’m guilty of not having experienced the full beauty of my country, I preferred to travel overseas instead … aren’t we all guilty of that.
On my top 10 to do was visit the Muizenberg Beach Huts. My cousin Angie, who recently caught the Photography bug and purchased herself a Canon DLSR became my buddy in arms on our expeditions. She was a trooper in being a ‘tourist’ with me and thankfully loved every minute of it as well.
One windy yet exquisitely beautiful day in Cape Town, we loaded the car with camera gear, my To Do list and of course our trusty maps and hit the road. Don’t know how many hundreds of kilometres we put on her car, but it was excellent and so worth it.
One stop along the way, Muizenberg Beach, about an hour outside of Cape Town. One of those beauties not visible from the road, hard to believe considering the beach runs literally parallel, but well obscured by the building structure, changing rooms, if memory serves me.
It’s a trip worthwhile, to be able to view these amazing, vibrant little beach huts that reside on the vast expanse of beach. We were lucky to arrive on a day where the beach was completely deserted and this really gave you a feeling of being utterly alone. The day was overcast, cold angry winds whipping at your body from all directions and the overwhelming sound of the ocean crashing a few meters away and you’re standing in the midst of it all looking across stunning white sand and caught mesmerized by so much colour.
Where does the time go? That age old question that eludes us at the best of times. I’m shocked to realize how long it’s been since I’ve last blogged and how much has happened in my life since. So I’ll skip forward several months and another year older, as I slowly head toward that 40 year old mark, which strangely enough, I’m looking forward to.
In April-March this year I took 5.5 weeks off from work to finally go back to South Africa and visit my family, long overdue as I hadn’t seen my mom in about 3 years, my extended family, possibly over 12 years. Shocking isn’t it.
While this trip held the specific purpose of a family reunion for my Aunty Linda’s 60th Birthday. I think we’d realized how poor it was that we only ever flew in from all corners of the world when there was a funeral and we’ve had too many of those. Next occasion would be a happy one and so we were all given advanced notice to get our butts in gear, save, book our trip and get there in April for a reunion.
To summarize, it was awesome, tearful, tiring, exciting, exasperating. You can imagine trying to coordinate 4 families; 17 individuals for daily outings when everyone has a different opinion and personality clashes and mood swings and so on. It was adventurous and trying at the best of times, but in the end, I loved and relished every minute.
My cousins and I (Angie and I especially) reconnected after well over a decade of being apart and living on different continents and discovered so much about each other again. Amazing what time can do. And how the bonds of family can never be severed no matter how much time passes. I’m ever so grateful to have been lucky that my boss gave me so much time off and that I was fortunate enough to reconnect with my loved ones. My mom Wendy, especially. You’re all I have and mean the absolute world to me.
So I’ll attempt to record a few of my adventures here, least I forget. Two weeks spent in Johannesburg with my mom, then 4 weeks touring Cape Town for an actual vacation and in between our family reunion for my Aunt’s 60th.
JANUARY 2012 Photography Society Monthly Outing
My truly first ever experience. Every month as part of the photography society I belong to (Sutherland Shire Photography), we visit a different location every month for a photo shoot and every second month we do a Mystery Tour (exactly as the name implies). More on that later.
January was Rodeo month. Yes, just as you see it in the American movies. But right here in good old Australia. And what a truly awesome experience. Just 2 hours drive out of Sydney to Goulburn (country NSW). The Taralga Rodeo, an annual event, bursting with energy, with smells and sights to entice all your senses. As you walk around, you can smell the dust, see it floating in the air, good old country music blasting out the loud speaker while the commentator introduces each new cowboy, bull and horse.
Every direction you turn or walk, is a hive of activity. From horses warming up in the paddock to enormous bulls mating in the pens or stomping restlessly about, heaving their weight against the bars, watching you with determined eyes that your so mesmerized, you can barely tear yourself away. Children, dressed in such adorable cowboy gear, running around, ice cream cones and chocolate melting down their shirts, laughing and playing. And not to forget, some very good looking young cowboys milling about, smeared with dust, euphoric smiles on their faces, some just unwinding under a shady tree, smoke and beer in hand. Who knew a good cowboy hat and chaps could be so sexy.
It was a day of delights for me. Not an easy event to photograph as I discovered. But you definitely notice your shots get better as the day progresses. You find out what works, what doesn’t. When’s the best time to hit the shutter. Pay close attention to the gates opening, when the bull first emerges, you can predict a horses next move, that moment when they glide past a barrel and the dust takes flight or when a cowboy is just about to get thrown off and hopefully you can capture him in mid air. Not easy. But it was a day I shall remember always and definitely do again.
The images below are hard to describe in words. It comes down to 'you had to be there' to literally stad half a meter away from the bull pen, where a cowboy is literally getting ready to mount his bull, getting strapped up. The energy is electric.
This photo does no justice at all to this magnificent creature. When you're standing about 4 feet away, the only thing protecting you against this larger than life force are a few bars of steel. It's the most incredible feeling that courses through your body as your standing there. Looking into his face and his eyes are boring into yours. The sheer power is surreal.
2012 is my year to start living again. Add new experiences, visit new places and complete my Bucket List. My aim is to be proactive and experience at least 1 – 2 new things every month. Break away from my ‘every day life’ every now and then and revive my mind and body. Australia is such an amazing place with so many treasures to experience, so many opportunities, the city really is your oyster and the land a never ending well of opportunities to go out and grab.
2012 marks my 35th birthday. Whilst I acknowledge I’m still young, some days, I’m ashamed to admit I feel old and worn out and tired of life. More times than I can remember, I ask myself ‘when does it get easier’! Needless to say, no divine intervention stepped down and swooped me off my feet to a happy land. So a happy land I shall have to foge ahead and try and create myself with some determination, hard work and proactivity.
2010 / 2011 was a trying time for me. I had my world rocked, then had it come crashing down. Love, Health, Friendships, Hobbies and Work. These things that make up ones life can have such a profound impact on your life, good and bad. This year, I’m determined to steer clear of those forces that have the potential for negative influence on my life and my sanity that I know with almost certainty will assist in my emotional and physical demise. And surround myself with positive people, positive energy and aspects that emit happy endorphins. And hereby starting with my Bucket List, both professional and Personal. So far it’s been good medicine amidst resolving old issues.