At first, I think
A grid, man-made
Machine-like regularity
Straight lines and perfect angles
Mundane, boring
A grid, man-made
Machine-like regularity
Straight lines and perfect angles
Mundane, boring
Tag: postaday
Houston, we have a problem
When I was a kid we had one of those huge station wagons with the fake wood side trim and a jump seat that faced backwards. My dad loved to drive, so every weekend we’d pile into the car, all six of us, and go for drives through the central New Jersey countryside.
The China Shop
On Saturdays, I like to stop in at the china shop on my morning walk. It’s best first thing, just after they’ve opened, when it’s quiet and I have the place to myself. Betty, the owner, always has a pot of tea on the go and lets me choose any tea cup from her inventory to sip it from.
Where I’m Going
When travelling
I may know the road I am on
And even where it goes
But am always surprised
Where it takes me
I may know the road I am on
And even where it goes
But am always surprised
Where it takes me
Gold, Azure and Crimson
Religion fascinates me
The passion and devotion
Of its practitioners
Equaled in vibrancy
By the colour palette
Of its expression
The passion and devotion
Of its practitioners
Equaled in vibrancy
By the colour palette
Of its expression
Transported
Some places
Transport me
To other worlds
To another time
Transport me
To other worlds
To another time
A time when I become something else
A place where I become someone else
Colourlust
Vibrant, saturated
Primaries and secondaries
Solid or textured
Primaries and secondaries
Solid or textured
Give me canary
Violet, indigo, azure
Crimson, cardinal, coral
Naga
Naga coil their way
Down the temple arches
Ornate and incomplete
Already exquisite
Down the temple arches
Ornate and incomplete
Already exquisite
The many-headed serpents
Protect the temple
Protect its people
Protect Buddha and Buddhism
Amber on Red under Blue
We rolled up to Devil’s Marbles in the heat of the afternoon, the sun high and hot, the gravel parking lot kicking up dust with every step. Too hot to unpack. Too hot to clamber over the enormous stands of neatly stacked, smooth-edged boulders. Too far from Alice Springs to move on.
There was a little breeze, a few roofed camping platforms, so we parked ourselves beneath one while the ’79 Holden Gemini baked out in the sun.
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