What say you? Shall we dance at noon? Sit amidst the Silvereye's Playground of golden limbs Crumbs picked off tables Sparring with families Wrens and yellow-throated Honeyeaters, whose plumage Blends beautifully In the dappled grove Of Autumn
Telling tall stories Interspersed with gluttonous Bursts of jam packed lips Licked clean with cream Tales of loves lost and found A local muse renown As fallen leaves we pine For far away spring Fawning
The moral of the story The moral of the story is not to stop going out and enjoying photographing the world. That would be rather boring and also kind of pot calling kettle. What we all need to do is to challenge ourselves a bit more. During a workshop into ethical orchid photography at the […]
Winter arrives slowly A knock on the door One morning Lover calling you Back to bed Mid June promises Teasing along Since they escaped To furthest parts Of the landscape All summer long Nothing to do But wait for frost First signs of Pink frosted dawn Hope she will come again Alone
King Billy Pine at Lake Osborne, Hartz Mountain, Tasmania
A fountain Drawing up from within Pressure shouts To the sky Cascades fly Cleansed by daylight Casting spectrums Onlookers' mouths Open wide Glittering delight Only to fall To murky depths below Awaiting next flight
Lake Burley Griffin, Ngunnawal, Australian Capital Territory
