Friday, October 30, 2009
lost dreams.........
scenes like this.
This one taken in central Australia
on the way to the Birdsville races.
Walking around the ruins your mind
tries to fill in the lost story.
What happened to the families that
lived here?
What were their dreams?
Why did it all go wrong?
Was it the drought?
Was it the isolation?
Ghosts of the past watch
Ghosts of the past watch
as you try and piece the mystery
together.
Friday, October 16, 2009
I met George at Telowie Gorge....
located in the Flinders Ranges in South Australia.
It's funny how the beautiful spots are so close to home.
Untouched bushland that has remained a secret.
Lovingly tended by a bunch of locals, it's a pleasant walk
and has a peaceful sereneness about it.
The craggy rocks up high contrast with the brilliant blue sky.
Evidence of fires of recent years.
I found beauty both ancient and new.
what dreams are made off.....
That much loved pink bike with bells and whistles.
Is that when the dream was born.
Freedom is yours when you master the bike.
The pink bike girl wanted a spin.
The next stage of freedom had progressed.
Now she wants to experience,
Now she wants to experience,
the real feel of freedom herself.
As they say:-
Only a Biker knows why a dog sticks his head out of a car window
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