Fire Shore

On my way to Picton The wind brings salt Smells like a cold breeze Plush abdomen of mountains Covered the horizon The storm is in the air

pictures taken during the flight from Melbourne to Cairns

* Ténéré is a Tamashek word meaning empty land or desert.

Cisna - Poraj

The Heroic Five January 18th, 1912. — Captain Scott reached the South Pole. February 17th, 1912. — Petty-Officer Evans died. March 17th 1912. — Captain Oates died. March 29th, 1912. — Captain Scott, Dr. Wilson and Lieutenant Bowers died. All honor to those who died For England's fame and glory; From their own lips we ne'er shall hear Their brave, heroic story. A few rough notes to us remain To tell us of these heroes; Written, when death was near; the end To misery in the land of snows. Petty-Officer Evans, the strongest man Was the first to meet his doom, And the great ice plateau, his last resting place, Was the gallant, heroic man's tomb. See the brave self-sacrifice of Captain Oates, For of his own will he went Out into the blizzard, to try and save Those lives, that were so near spent. The blizzard then became so fierce, That the three brave men had to stay; With food and safety, only just A few short miles away. Four four long days the blizzard raged; When they were starved and worn These men then laid them down to rest; With hopes for a brighter dawn. All glory be to those who died, It is the nations duty and lot To honour, the names we ove learned to love, Bowers, Wilson, Oates, Evans and Scott. Parkstone, February 12th, 1913.

Melbourne with the suburbia from above

We have been there Like the last people In the whole world We have been down down in the rain forest And up above it all staring into turquoise eyes of the ocean We have been there Screaming into wilderness Like a King of The Jungle Cairns & Fitzroy Island, North Australia

Have you ever been in the endless space, walking one of the dusty roads, all around flat mountains overgrown with yellow, dry grass. When the hundredth lake opens it's shiny lizard skin just for your eyes. Where the land opens its exterior, to the foggy line of the horizon, throughout salty, pale lakes, throughout red rocks and gummy seaweed. Have you ever felt that the land, the island, the ground, is infinite, full of miracles, shimmering seductively in the white air? I did.