“Let us decide on the route that we wish to take to pass our life, and attempt to sow that route with flowers.” — Émilie du Châtelet,

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Martin Harrison
White Flowers
8 September 2014

The air the wind the outside and outsize
of what’s possible and imaginable
clear and clean endeavour into the atmosphere
of light on dark and glittering spaces
where crimson rosellas swerve sideways
into cascades of down-hanging white flowers
they land whistling in that snowy down
that galactic spray of weeping branches
now revealing themselves in an entirety
of whitenesses for a few days in a
suddenness which takes my breath away

http://cordite.org.au/guncotton/white-flowers/

FOTO – GARDEN AT DAVIDSONS WHALING STATION EDEN NSW 2013

Fishermen are born honest, but they get over it.” Ed Zern

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“The best fisherman I know try not to make the same mistakes over and over again; instead they strive to make new and interesting mistakes and to remember what they learned from them.”

John Gierach “Fly Fishing the High Country”

foto – tathra wharf nsw australia 2013

“A well-developed sense of humour is the pole that adds balance to your step as you walk the tightrope of life.” William A Ward

IZZY MALLACOOTA“Something is always born of excess: great art was born of great terror, great loneliness, great inhibitions, instabilities, and it always balances them.”

 Anaïs Nin

FOTO – IZZY FOREAL IN MALLACOOTA 2013

“There’s nothing –absolutely nothing –half so much worth doing as messing about in boats.” ― Kenneth Grahame, The Wind In The Willows

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When I was a boy I loved fishing. Yet in my youth I gave it up. I could no longer wrench a fish from its hook. But today I sit and bait a hook again. I bait my hook with liquorice. A fly hinders me. I flick it away. How does a fly fly so far out to sea? If I could fly I would look down and see myself as a speck in a speck of a boat, and I would see many boats like mine criss-crossing on a silent sea.

D.C. McLAUGHLIN – Liquorice

foto – merimbula nsw south coast

Pelicans, deliberations finished, Glide on my wings. It’s time to say: Until we meet again To the palmtree shore.

Leonardas Andriekus

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 I drive out to Amoonguna to tell the family he

is right

  I sit down with his Aunty, round the campfire, in

the night

 I ask her to explain the pelicans and the meaning

of the sign

She laughs and whispers ‘Arrangkwe just 2 pelicans

in the sky!’

Ali Cobby Eckermann

foto – 2013 gipsy point vic 

“The whole value of solitude depends upon oneself; it may be a sanctuary or a prison, a haven of repose or a place of punishment, a heaven or a hell, as we ourselves make it.” John Lubbock, Peace and Happiness

davidsons

“As I turned to leave, I looked down. Beside my foot, a sprout of greenery was clawing its way through the pristine nothingness to begin anew. It was later that I realized my haven had sent me a message, and it had shown me that nothing is ever completely lost, unless you cease searching.”

― J.D. Stroube, Epiphany

foto – davdsons whaling station near eden nsw 2013