Reach Out to Grab Opportunities

What I like most about this video is what you can see happening in the last metre:

~ First and 2nd place slow down, presumably thinking they’re so close to their goal that they can casually jog through. Yes, they’re still going pretty damn fast, but just watch their movements, you’ll notice they are slowing down.

~ Wottle, coming from last place, jumps to 3rd — then steals the lead and winning because he refuses to give in, refuses to slow down, he runs around those thinking winning place is theirs.

That’s a metaphor.

Start thinking with your feet.

Don’t let anyone or anything stop you, not your age, not lack of knowledge, not time nor distance. Not even heartache or loss. Take a chance, start again, keep moving forward, find a goal and target. Opportunities are yours if you reach out and grab them.
It’s that simple.

Oh, and be prepared – for both failure and success. Don’t be scared of either outcome. Failures are learning opportunities. Successes are not the end of the journey, they are usually the beginning of the next one.

Get moving, or your next journey will begin with you at the back of the pack..

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Speaking on Behalf of your Business

Whenever you speak, remember that you speak on behalf of both yourself and for the business you work within.

Here’s my story of proof.

About 10 years ago one morning I was traveling on a train from home into Adelaide city for my day job.
At one station a guy got on with his bike. Normally nothing would be said – but it was the express train. Bikes are not permitted. But most people on my train were already too tired, or had work on their mind already, or simply didn’t care – so let it slide. But it wasn’t going to be that simple.

He rolled his bike on, looked at me and a group of ladies sitting in seats that flip away to reveal a space normally reserved for bikes. He stood near us for a short while before turning to us and saying “Please move.”

All of the ladies, looked at him, then ignored him. They were in conversation and hadn’t anticipated this. After all, this was the peak-hour train. They’d never had to stand before that day – and rightly so.
He tried again, this time loudly and aggressively. I was at the far end of the 4 seats, so felt no immediate threat. But his tone got menacing, so I stood up and told him he shouldn’t have his bike on the express train, and that we were within our rights to sit there. He then pushed me backwards, and I fell to the floor.

I reckon the train driver saw and heard the whole conversation – the train slightly shook, then resumed speed before stopping at the next station.

At that point the train driver and two station guards were seen walking outside our carriage. One of the ladies beside said to the offensive man – “Oh look, your mummy is here.” That got a laugh out of a few of us. I had sat back on my seat, and my attacker stood at his bike. No apologies came forth.

The driver pointed at me, then at him. As they walked passed me (as they had come onto the carriage at the other door), I was nodded at. They walked up to him – and he went off at the guards, yelling about his rights. Wearing his flashy suit, metal ankle braclet to protect his pants, bright helmet and gloves. A spectacle to behold.

They ‘advised‘ him to get off the train, but just as he stepped off, one guard stopped and asked me if I’d like to press charges.

Some might say I made the wrong choice.

“No, but I’d like to ask him one question.”

“Umm… sure…” I don’t think they hear that often.

Train guards don’t touch people, they corral. I have seen it often enough. So the man moved in an odd way back onto the train without his bike.

“What?” He tried to too look angry, but his eyes said terror.

I smiled weakly and asked “Where do you work? That’s a nice suit.”
He clearly didn’t understand what I just did.

“I WORK FOR ____! THEY ARE GOING TO HEAR ABOUT THIS!”

That’s right, he told the whole carriage. The three ladies were smiling now.

“Good for you. You are right, they are going to hear about this. I can only hope you are not the ambassador for that business – because your attitude and behaviour today is totally NON-professsional. Seeya.”

Even the train guard understood what just happened. They again advised him to get off, with his shiny bike. As this wa the closest station to the city, he’d probably get to work sooner than us.

As the doors closed, there was an audible sigh, a slight laugh, and a few people applauded. I was shaking with both fear and exhilaration. I’d never done that before. I never wanted to ever again.

As I got off the train, three passengers quietly approached me and thanked me. The train guards nodded at me. The driver would have logged the incident.

And his business probably may have received a LOT of phone calls that day.
We never saw him on the train again.

Why tell you this story? I am constantly reminded of it when people I know work in amazing businesses decide to berate me on social media. What do you think I am going to do next? 

Well, I actually prefer not to do anything. I rarely delete social media unless it’s a conversation that should have been had offline. Instead your wonderful comments can stay for ALL my friends to read. Think about that for a second or two.

Capturing the SAAS MedSTAR Helicopter on Kangaroo Island!

The SAAS MedSTAR helicopter flew to Kangaroo Island on Saturday 19th August 2017 for a pickup.

As my son and I stood at the Kingscote memorial at the top of Reeves Point,we heard it before we could see it traveling across the ocean. It flew overhead, slightly scaring my son but he soon realised how lucky he was about to be!

We watched the medical evacuation helicopter travel over the trees, then landed at the Kingscote helipad. As my son and I approached by foot (staying well back from the fence-line), we watched as the propellers came to a halt and the crew disembarked.

I was informed they were there for a pickup. I took the opportunity to catch a few amazing close-up shots, utlising my Canon 7D and new Tamron 18-400 f3.5 zoom. My 5yo son has crossed another thing off his bucket list!

Check out the top 5 of my 23 photographs:

The SAAS MedSTAR (P2)

The SAAS MedSTAR (P6)

The SAAS MedSTAR (P10)

The SAAS MedSTAR (P13)

Crew of SAAS MedSTAR and Paramedics from Kingscote Hospital (P14)

Be sure to check out the entire series within my online photo gallery .

PS. The photos are available for print in newspapers or magazines.

Persistence + Perseverance + Perspiration = Walking Again

See my right knee?
It’s the one on the left.

I’m standing on it.

It still aches, particularly after walking on a rocky beach from the Kingscote Jetty to the bird-house at Reeves Points, then up 75° incline – with my amazing 5yo son Jai alongside me, my Canon 7D and new zoom lens. I shot some amazing shots, some of them without Jai in them.

It still aches because about 55 weeks ago it somehow collapsed under me for no easy-to-explain reason. I stood at the kitchen sink of our Adelaide home with 1yo Aidan in my arms, went to turn right – and my knee basically slipped to the left side of my leg, stretching ligaments and hurting so bad that Aidan’s (still sitting in the nook of my left arm) eyes bulged out from the naughty words I screamed. Holy mo…. you get the picture. But I thought of him, and twisted my leg to the left – because I knew I was going to collapse BUT I DIDNT WANT TO FALL ONTO HIM. The knee then twisted around to the right side of my leg. I fell, no I collapsed. Aidan was bawling his eyes out.

But me, despite the fuc… intense pain, I started pulling my pants down. I’ve done some seriously bad injuries to my knees, ankles, elbows, and hips in many stupid stupid accidents over the last 30 years. I knew the parademics were going to cut my pants off. But I liked those denims, I didn’t want to lose them. (I did.) But I really had to know how bad it was.

Fargnl. I screamed for everyone – who were out in the shed doing something. Probably making bee boxes for LSBeez Kangaroo Island Honey. I didn’t care. Jai arrived first. I yelled at him to get mummy. Know what he did first? Got me a towel to put under my leg.  

Then Sarah (my wife) and Lynne (my MIL) arrived. I did not care that my jocks were on show. My right knee was expanding – and only I knew how bad the injury was.

But I was lucky. Sarah knows why and how I break so easily. She rang for an ambulance. I sat on kitchen floor, ice on knee, waiting. 40mins later it arrived.

Ambulance took me to Flinders Hospital.

We ramped behind 4 other amb’s for about 3 hours. 

Then I got a bed, a vomit bag filled with ice chips to hold on my knee … and the doctor arrived around midnight. The accident happened around 4.30pm.

There’s much more to the story. 

But my knee works again. I walk just fine. I was still limping from thr injuries when I first arrived on KI in Feb 2017. I don’t think any of you would know if I didn’t tell you.

Persistence. 

Perseverance. 

Perspiration.

I may not have a paying job right now. But I know what it means to fail and succeed.

Photos from today can wait. My knee aches.

/ Originally written for Facebook. But go so long I decided it needed bigger audience!

The Answer to the Penultimate Question! 

Being a parent has taught me some amazing life lessons, one of which contradicts what I have always believed.

So I am producing a informative tongue-in-cheek video that will reveal my answer to the most important question of all time. 

What is the question? Aha, no! That too will be revealed! To see the video late next week, subscribe to my channel: 

https://www.youtube.com/user/stephentrepreneur
If it doesn’t make you laugh, it will make you groan!

Shoot Buoys in a Pond

Photography Prints Ok, it is not a pond: It is a tidal pool.

If you have never seen the tidal pool, ask any of the locals in Kingscote to point you in the right direction. They are nice people, they will.

These five photographs were shot about 3 pm, the perfect time of the day to capture moments and things in ideal light, casting sufficient to show all the craggy lines of each buoy in high macro.

Peruse and purchase your favorite of my photographs below! Links are in each image back to the full version.

Photography Prints | Sell Art Online

Photography Prints | Sell Art Online

Plus an extra shot. This is a combination of rusted corrugated iron and a windmill on family property on Kangaroo Island:

Art Prints

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Orange Clover 

I’m adding new artwork to my Pixels photo gallery (formerly Fine Art America).

Now that we’ve moved to Kangaroo Island, both my style and genré has changed dramatically. No longer do I see modern highrise architecture. Heritage architecture is few and far between, or else difficult to peruse without visiting private property.

So I have turned back to flowers and organic artwork, and enjoying the post production aspect. 

Here’s one I uploaded last night:



As it has been quite some time since I uploaded to this gallery, last night I discovered they offer a new medium to view my artwork upon: Coffee Mugs! Lucky you!