A slow turtle, with a heavy back.
Wanted to sprint like the dotted cat.
He was sad because he didn't know his limits,
Devastated after seeing the results of his speed per minute.
Poor turtle knew a little about himself
Grew up among cheetah, thinking he was one self.
Speed was thing where he wanted to be the best.
Without even enjoying the process itself.
Sunday 12th June 2022 7:31 am
I wonder now what sin is worse
As we destroy this fragile earth
Who should we condemn the most? Who curse?
The careless or he who cares not for its worth?
When we misfile our plastic waste
Do we sin more than those who double wrap;
When we buy packaged goods in daily haste
Is it our fault we fall into the plastic trap?
And when we recycle those plastic trays
Wednesday 28th August 2019 2:09 pm
This is an attempt to capture the alien strangeness of the Nullarbor Plain which borders the Great Australian Bight. Despite its name it has plenty of hardy trees in places, but no surface water whatsoever. It is a totally flat expanse of bedrock almost seven hundred miles wide, and I have driven every inch of it!
The Traveller's Eye
O the light flows quickly over this blasted plain,...
Tuesday 17th October 2017 4:24 pm