Today I walked. Mostly circumnavigated Jencoomercha (Macleay Island), on foot, attempting to do as much via the heritage trail and the actual coastline (less Perulpa Island); as there’s only one road in and out, I decided it would not serve any purpose so cut through the golf course via Gordon St. I believe the distance around the island is about 25kms and by the end of 5½ hours, it felt like it. Haven’t put on a pair of boots for a long time so I’m happy to get away with a couple of small blisters.
Where the mangroves were too thick, I headed to where I thought there might be a path. SW is a large patch of wetlands – ‘Tim O’Shea’ and ‘Paul Carter’ that became unnavigable so I picked my way through the mud till I popped out onto a little public path. That happened fairly frequently, sometimes beach appeared thankfully and other times the way was quite rocky.
Only once did I have to backtrack but not far and was delighted to find a great path through a melaleuca forest, which unfortunately is used as a car dump in one section. So all in all I’m very pleased to have done it. Nice to know your own back yard so to speak. Took some snaps en route. Interesting that the soldier crabs were all quite small. On beaches of the mainland further north, they are much larger. Lovely to see there were thousands of them though.
Came across a small fruit bat colony AND while I was taking one of those ‘where I’ve been, where I’m going’ snaps, a Brahminy Kite conveniently flew into view! Sadly, there was a dead turtle that had died after becoming trapped in a crab net. Another carcass in the mangroves earlier in the day.
Where the mangroves were too thick, I headed to where I thought there might be a path. SW is a large patch of wetlands – ‘Tim O’Shea’ and ‘Paul Carter’ that became unnavigable so I picked my way through the mud till I popped out onto a little public path. That happened fairly frequently, sometimes beach appeared thankfully and other times the way was quite rocky.
Only once did I have to backtrack but not far and was delighted to find a great path through a melaleuca forest, which unfortunately is used as a car dump in one section. So all in all I’m very pleased to have done it. Nice to know your own back yard so to speak. Took some snaps en route. Interesting that the soldier crabs were all quite small. On beaches of the mainland further north, they are much larger. Lovely to see there were thousands of them though.
Came across a small fruit bat colony AND while I was taking one of those ‘where I’ve been, where I’m going’ snaps, a Brahminy Kite conveniently flew into view! Sadly, there was a dead turtle that had died after becoming trapped in a crab net. Another carcass in the mangroves earlier in the day.
Letter from Melbourne
Forgotten how alive Chapel St is.
Sunday...cafes and restaurants,
Cuddling up to each other
In 17degrees of cool.
Cat Stevens, plays in the corner
And almost no one notices.
Pressed metal ceilings,
Lead light and wall size panels
Of clear glass separate tram lines
And goosebumps from inner diners;
Outer diners at tables
Made just for Melbournians.
Orchid flowers grace wooden tables
And 1970 soda bottles
Grace the shelf
Above the kitchen,
Observed by equally retrospective clocks,
All telling different tales.
Sharp and hot,
Chilli catches in the throat
As it sails around the voices,
Cooking sizzles
And the ever, 'Ready Bell.'
Aah Chapel Street.
Forgotten how alive Chapel St is.
Sunday...cafes and restaurants,
Cuddling up to each other
In 17degrees of cool.
Cat Stevens, plays in the corner
And almost no one notices.
Pressed metal ceilings,
Lead light and wall size panels
Of clear glass separate tram lines
And goosebumps from inner diners;
Outer diners at tables
Made just for Melbournians.
Orchid flowers grace wooden tables
And 1970 soda bottles
Grace the shelf
Above the kitchen,
Observed by equally retrospective clocks,
All telling different tales.
Sharp and hot,
Chilli catches in the throat
As it sails around the voices,
Cooking sizzles
And the ever, 'Ready Bell.'
Aah Chapel Street.
Green
I do not know all the colours, shades or tones of green stabbing at my eyes with new and different dimensions, slipping by without even pausing to give me a second chance at naming them, holding them, imprisoning them, to confine forever more…
What crime is that when the freedom of namelessness is ambushed, to be from that point on, forever known as green?
I do not know all the colours, shades or tones of green stabbing at my eyes with new and different dimensions, slipping by without even pausing to give me a second chance at naming them, holding them, imprisoning them, to confine forever more…
What crime is that when the freedom of namelessness is ambushed, to be from that point on, forever known as green?
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Even with a breath's caress away A mountain may as well Pass between us. Leap…leap into the unfamiliar. Take it on because everything… everything is as it should be. |
The Noisy Invaders
A moment in time faraway there was a land that wasn't happy with the way the noisy invaders used it all up and did nothing to nurture and care for it for its future. The original caretakers who loved and cherished the land were now so few that their voices couldn't be heard above the noisy invaders. The land was very cross and so one day decided to stop raining. Oh how the noisy invaders cried. When the land was dry enough, it decided to start a fire which was not extinguished for a long time. Year after year it burned as it swept through all the land. Oh how the noisy invaders cried. When the fire stopped, the land was tired and had no energy to stop the rain anymore. The land rained and rained and filled up the rivers and lakes. And it said to the noisy invaders...I am giving you a second chance. I will fill my rivers and lakes and I will allow you to live here. I only ask that you look after me and care for me. Only then we will be able to live together. |
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Don't fill in space Between moments With thoughts. Fill it with fun. |
2020 - Never seen so many butterflies since the earth's engine ceased. |
What goes through the mind of a bird as it stands still; leg up or leg down, but still. Not washing or mowing, not cooking or ironing, not shopping or weeding...Just standing…sitting… still.
Since the introduction and heavy use of weasel words (WWs) and acronyms, I sometimes found I didn't have a clue what was actually being said. This is the result of an idea to create ONE sentence using only WWs and punctuation to give meaning....
An exercise in punctuation
"I'd like to say a few words to you, the key stakeholders in leadership initiatives around the upcoming
Annual General Meeting and workshop covering a particularly stimulating topic entitled Analysing and Interpreting the Goals Matrix 2007 and in a slight sideways shift to the progression of the thoroughly entertaining expressions of art and culture this evening, a follow-up with a brief Power Point presentation about the pro activity and best practice of HR and WH&S around core business activities committed to the assessment regime, while recognising the value-added social capital selflessly injected by the seemingly inexhaustible waged and un-waged personnel, as well as the monitoring and reporting of the project facilitation on plausible deniability of personal business commitment to behavioural accountabilities and conclude with the targeted operational release of the risk analysis assessment of 'decruitment' and subsequent rightsizing of this gargantuan asset footprint in this dedicated, customer-centric centre which is delivering a variety of enhanced product offerings that we, across the board, are privileged to have had installed, with little or no aspirational vanity, soundly directed and ably engineered by a compassionate, intelligent, altruistic idea hamster, in conjunction with the strategic plan, a magnificent circle of strength, support at the demand end of the spectrum and all resourced by the extremely welcome but tragically shallow pool of funding, and so when someone like that, decides that they are no longer able to sit in on endless talk-fests because of fear of tipping over into glazing, courtesy of the demise of our language as we know it, then it is time for their uninstallation before the onset of Dorito Syndrome and subsequent flight risk, which would be of great negative community outcome".
Annual General Meeting and workshop covering a particularly stimulating topic entitled Analysing and Interpreting the Goals Matrix 2007 and in a slight sideways shift to the progression of the thoroughly entertaining expressions of art and culture this evening, a follow-up with a brief Power Point presentation about the pro activity and best practice of HR and WH&S around core business activities committed to the assessment regime, while recognising the value-added social capital selflessly injected by the seemingly inexhaustible waged and un-waged personnel, as well as the monitoring and reporting of the project facilitation on plausible deniability of personal business commitment to behavioural accountabilities and conclude with the targeted operational release of the risk analysis assessment of 'decruitment' and subsequent rightsizing of this gargantuan asset footprint in this dedicated, customer-centric centre which is delivering a variety of enhanced product offerings that we, across the board, are privileged to have had installed, with little or no aspirational vanity, soundly directed and ably engineered by a compassionate, intelligent, altruistic idea hamster, in conjunction with the strategic plan, a magnificent circle of strength, support at the demand end of the spectrum and all resourced by the extremely welcome but tragically shallow pool of funding, and so when someone like that, decides that they are no longer able to sit in on endless talk-fests because of fear of tipping over into glazing, courtesy of the demise of our language as we know it, then it is time for their uninstallation before the onset of Dorito Syndrome and subsequent flight risk, which would be of great negative community outcome".