Four wheels
Four cylinders
Four windows
All rolled down
Four cylinders
Four windows
All rolled down
At eighty
Kilometers per hour
4-80 air conditioning
Tag: Australia
Tnorala Dreaming
In the time of world-dawn
When the ancestors dreamed
The world into being, raised
colour from the grey, formed
being from nullity
The women danced as stars
In the heavens
When the ancestors dreamed
The world into being, raised
colour from the grey, formed
being from nullity
The women danced as stars
In the heavens
The Great Wave
In the floating world
The Great Wave rises, destroys
Subsides. All is still
The Great Wave rises, destroys
Subsides. All is still
Harry the Little Hurricane
Harry got his name when he was still a little swirl of wind and rain far out in the Atlantic. But Harry had aspirations. He wanted to become a grand vortex of mighty winds, driving the ocean in front of him far onto land. He wanted his rain to drown the land, far beyond his storm surge, his wind to blow down trees, powerlines, to blow the very walls off the buildings in his path.
Destruction, afterall, is what hurricanes like Harry do!
My Muses: Paint
This week’s WordPress Photo Challenge, Muse, poses a simple enough challenge, “So what’s your muse — what subject do you turn to frequently, more inspired each time?”
I’ve already responded with Function follows Form, which relates how form itself is my favourite subject. Here I want to draw back to my favourite element with which to explore form — and a variety of other subjects — and that has to be paint. When I bought my first professional camera in nearly 15 years, the first shots were all painted surfaces. Some abstractions. Others records of communication. Still others were essays on the environment in which the surface was painted.
The Wide Ochre Land
I’ve heard it famously referred to as the wide brown land, but to me it is an expanse of ochre and red, tones more descriptive of its character. Australia is a rich land, but not overly saturated. Intense, but not glaring. One goes to ground here, becomes part of the earth, lives at a walker’s pace. Immersed in a hot bath of air, the heat fills my lungs, reddens my flesh, soothes my spirit.
MacDonnell Range Station
It rested there
Nestled in the valley
Watched over by ghost gums
Fortified by mountains
Nestled in the valley
Watched over by ghost gums
Fortified by mountains
A small outpost
In a large land
A cattle station
In the Red Centre
The red granite marble
The red granite marble
Rests in his bed of grasses and rock
In the gum tree’s shadow
Rests in his bed of grasses and rock
In the gum tree’s shadow
A marble that never rolled an inch
Nor was shot from a giant’s thumb
Nor tossed by demonic whim
Sitting here in the sun
Sturdy as the crystalline block
He once was on this very spot
Evening haiku balance
Day ends in balance
Blends violet and orange
Night falls; stars unveiled
Blends violet and orange
Night falls; stars unveiled
Create moments worth living
Good:
live in the moment.
live in the moment.
Better:
create moments worth living.
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