Dear Sun, I watched you raise your weary head From the hills of Adelaide that were last night's bed. You rose up quickly, faster than expected, Before 6.30am it was like you'd not even rested. My camera caught your beauty, your radiant explosion of orange, You drew breath as you appeared as if a bride... Continue Reading →
Inspired by my good friend Martin Christmas, I wrote a short-prelude and poem about my experience this afternoon with the torrential-weather in South Australia.
Let me first premise this article with the dialogue from which the title was born: There is an art, it says, or rather, a knack to flying. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss. … Clearly, it is this second part, the missing, which presents the difficulties. ~... Continue Reading →