What’s happening in our neck of the woods and in other necks not so woody
You are being moved to a hospice, yet two weeks ago
walked ‘John’s walk’ as you call it, past the Domesday forest . . .
‘I hear my poetry as a sort of music, though I don’t think of it as music. I think of it as language.’ Raworth
The juvenile Sea Eagle, Black Cockies, Logrunners, Noisy Pittas, Scarlet Honeyeaters, Black-fronted Dotterela, Brolgas etc. etc. were too fast or too distant for my camera . . .
‘Light is a powerful substance. We have a primal connection to it.’ James Turrell
I read his poetry and that of Andrei Voznesensky . . .
Eos and a ‘wet moon’ . . .
‘In the battle for the planet’s climate future, Australia’s Adani mine is the line in the sand.’ Bill McKibben
Perez Prado . . . Elena Kats Chernin
Poem ~ The autumn equinox
an invisible Sugar Glider is leaving a trail of tinkling raindrops . . .