Thursday, August 18, 2016

Losing it... for what?

My mind boggles and my heart breaks at the absurdity of our compartmentalized lives and the will for destruction of everything in the pursuit of personal gain!

I've just been reading a book titled 'Requiem for a Species', in which the very real, immediate and dire consequences of Global Warming are laid out with absolute clarity, yet when I step outside my door in the morning I look around and discover it's business as usual for all who should be concerned.

To rub salt into the would caused by the indifference of human beings. I cycle every day through bushland I have come to love only to find that it too is being devoured by the economic growth machine!

I have cried and I do cry when I witness what they are doing to the earth and to this place which I have a very real and very personal connection to. It seems no place may go unmolested in the age of mass consumption.

Images below are of land I am close to and ride through every day. I hope to document the beauty and the destruction over the coming months. If I had the power I would stop them, but I think I'd have all the impact of an insect against a windscreen.

Open woodland right beside current construction site.... about to be flattened! (16/08/16)

Native bee gathering pollen from Spear Grass flowers (Photo taken Wet season early 2016)

Spreading earth only meters away from the only Native Gardenia tree I've seen in Darwin (16/08/16)

The thin dirt path where Grevillia Grove used to be (Aug 2016)

Concrete pour (17/08/16)

Wildlife, bio diversity, beauty and all those things we think make life more tolerable on this planet aside. If we take the warnings of climate scientists seriously, then large scale construction needs to stop! Over consumption needs to stop! All our efforts must be turned to finding ways to live in a carbon neutral (or carbon negative) lifestyle or there will be no future for us.

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Morning paddle

Just a quick post to say I had a fantastic time on the water this morning!

7 am paddle with 3 guys I really admire!

They are part of a special group of kayakers I know, all over 70 years old!

I was honored to be invited to come out kayaking with them about a year ago. When I thanked them someone muttered under his breath something about croc bait... (lol... always the jokers... But seriously I'd rather not be sent ahead on every trip!)

This morning a couple of the guys hoisted their sails and I got to see their sailing rigs in action. Brilliant!

We were also lucky enough to come across small pod of dolphins hunting fish off Mindil Beach again, second time in the past month!

I'd love to write more about them but I haven't asked their permission so this is just a sneaky post to show off some pictures of what the occasional morning looks like for me!

Thursday, August 04, 2016


Earlier this year I read most of Bukowski's 'Ham on Rye. The book was somewhat tattered and water stained. 
It was given to me by a mate who lives in the longgrass, he finds all kinds of interesting books which I am sometimes grateful he shares with me. (Other times not... depends on the book and what condition it's in, books get moldy when left in the scrub in a supermarket shopping bag)

As I came toward the end of the book I discovered the last 16 pages were missing! That was annoying, although if you've read Charles Bukowski's writing, (which, until Ham on Rye I hadn't) you may agree it was also a bit of a relief! Well kind of, he is so full of contradictions and a self deprecating humor, possibly a master of irony, I find myself loving and being repulsed by him at the same time.... much as I suspect he reacted to himself.

This afternoon as I was searching for some important documents in my mess of a draw at work, I found a small pile of yellow and creased pages crammed somewhere between something I was looking for last week and a bunch of stuff I should have thrown out a year ago. The final pages of the book! Hallelujah! 
Started reading and low and behold.... 4 pages were still missing!

 Frigging Bukowski!


Wednesday, August 03, 2016

To sea

Bitten by the sea,
fallen into the blue.

A fairly old poster. With thanks to Francis
My mate Francis gave me this poster. (Well it's still at his place but he said I can have it)
I don't know why it appealed to me so much, it just seems to have everything.