Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Outer global financial crisis?


Things are pretty tough if even the Death Star must lay off staff.
 
 
Taken at Circular Quay, September 2013

Thursday, November 21, 2013

The rainbow pony


Daddy the pony's made of paper!
The little girl cried with glee.
 
Can he come home with us?
I will keep him under my Sunshine Tree
 
 
And feed him only pink flowers
Because they are the yummiest!
 
 
We will have such fun, whispered the shy pony,
And fly to magical places.
 
 
Photos taken September 2013.
Rainbow Pony - Manly
Tree - Goat Island
Flowers - my garden.


Saturday, November 16, 2013

Ghost story

I stood at the water's edge,
gold coin in hand.


 
I ask that you take me, I said to The Ferryman.


The water was still,
the air eerie and silent.

After an eternal darkness we landed on The Island.


I leave you here, The Ferryman whispered,
You must enter through the gate.


He pointed a bony finger, Make haste, your Guide awaits.



See here, said The Guide,
Where the men were locked in at night

I wanted to close my ears against their ghostly groans and cries.



I ran into a tunnel like room
There were strange odours and echoes of  machinery.


You're not safe here, it's the gunpowder store, The Ghastly Guide smiled at me grimly.


I fled outside, I needed air,
My senses were overloaded

Please! I shouted to the dark shapes around me, Please tell me! I must know!


The far side of the island, chained to a rock,
Whispered The Guide. That's where he was kept.

I could bear no more, the sadness overwhelmed me.  I sat on the ground and wept.


Leave me, I told The Guide
I need to be alone


I sheltered in the ruins of what once was a happy home.

I'll wait till morning, I thought.  Then I'll leave this place.
Until then I must get some sleep.


I open my eyes,
I'm at the water's edge

The gold coin at my feet............................



Photos taken on Goat Island, September 2013.

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Weather overload

Hot then cold temperatures, bushfires, smoky washing, Spring storms.
I need a little break from crazy weather patterns and environmental dangers.
A sit in my little quiet spot with a tea and a good book should do the trick.
Nothing like a slightly overgrown Spring garden and the sound of birds to restore the senses.
Now where's the Claratyne?