the basin – day 456
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Austerity for the planet – our last chance. Really.
Our planet has a bug. Human parasites that have been increasing the temperature of a whole planet. No mean feat really. How many latte’s must I drink for my impact to be felt. 2. That isn’t many but as my best guess, i will stand by it. So, i am 15089 latte’s over my limit, perhaps more as i haven’t kept count.
Latte’s and coffee are my last addiction. In each sip, i understand the human carbon chain that allows for me to enjoy this powerful drug.
The latte in this photo was crafted by a barrister that has practiced this art for 15 years. It was an amazing day with my daughter in town. Dresses were bought and long talks over latte’s and smoothies.
Our conversations often turn to the environment and how precious and unique it is. And as there is so many of us humans, that we must all really do our part to slow down and care for our only home, the planet earth.
Really, if you were an alien from another planet, would you recuse us as a species. I know i would hesitate and ponder deeply our need to survive. Over a Latte if you please.
I know i digress but that is how i am wired and coffee is my medicine to keep it in check. enjoy your day.
Geranium
Some eye candy thanks to the new Sony Nex – 3
Winter wallows on my mind – a poem written 1995
winter wallows on my mind
the summer echoes of children
this day is quite
music provides presence
sunshine touches the inner wall as the
evening sun glides to the horizon
my plants stretch for its touch
to soon its light will fade from their view
winter is on its way
graciously,
kids do not consider winter
in sunshine filled days
the grasshopper caught in the vent is
entertainment enough for their curiosity
I envy this innocence, this simplicity
far from intrinsic modern living
these children are ageless
winter is on its way
the beast that builds our burdens wanders by,
stranded, abandoned yet luckily found
in the depths of our hearts
wild passion flows from the desolate
revelry that awakens sleepers
is the unwelcome intrusion
it fades,
winter is on its way
the wind rustles though the suite
a fort of blankets,
a treasure of fresh fruit
hidden amongst the living room furniture
no safe place out of doors
for theses implements of childhood
today the wind is warm,
gentle,
winter is on its way
an active neighborhood
by all accounts
planes, trains and automobiles
their melody flow amongst the old apple trees
crows defending what is rightfully theirs bellow resistance
here lie the seeds of decay
a warren for the unwanted, unloved
to absolve society they deface it
then go home
winter is on its way
yet
beyond winter
lie the seeds of spring
waiting
wanting
needing
cool warmth of the Capricorn sun
chasing shadows from the winter crevices of my mind
All photos by Cathy Tremain, Poem by Cathy Tremain
Seeking the dragons breath
SEEKING THE DRAGONS BREATH
Seeking the dragons breath
I venture onwards
Daring to dream of success
Seeking the dragons breath
I venture out
Some say look to the north in silence
And you shall find him.
Others say dance in the East
And he shall find you.
Children say listen to the west wind
And follow the sigh unto him.
Travelers say sail south,
Mayhaps you shall find him.
Seeking the dragons breath
I venture onwards.
Trekking though the north
Elusive is the trail
Galloping in the east
I brush right by
Hiking hard to the west
An incandescent whisper, come hither.
Sailing the southward currents
A taste of what may yet come.
Seeking the dragons breath
Daring to dream of success
I breathe deep the north wind,
His essence tantalizes me with startled cold
I grasp hard the east wind,
Strength assails my senses entwining anon.
I stretch within the western breeze
Enveloping my soul with dew bent mists.
I reach openly for the southern gust
Tantalized within the perfumed warmth
Seeking the dragons breath
I venture out
Searching the northern sky
I spy him in a stayed motion dance
Our ethereal eastern spear
Radiates the warmth of tomorrow
The majestic western horizon
Bespeaks his soul in reflective beads
Blazing southern light
Dances across our flame swept eyes
Seeking the dragons breath
I venture on
The northern tundra crackles beneath my feet
Its coldness shatters me
The eastern sands swallow my gait
I gasp as I am engulfed
The western hills accept my step
Prickling with intensities
The southern waters lap at my feet
Plying to carry me away
Seeking the dragons breath
Daring to dream of success
Motionless
I search our vast blue sky
Hollow wailing of wind bumble across the icy tundra
Breathing deeply beyond the cold
I am bound
The dragon’s breath billows deceptively across
The depth of stars circling the dome of midnight
Waiting, daring, dreaming of being touched
Sleepily nudged by the east’s tantalizing glow
I unbound the jaded sleep
Garnered in the southern warmth
I embark forward into the day
With the western dusk
Again I pass to nigh
Daring to dream
Seeking the dragons breath
I look back at the way that I came.
The southern haze reflects his image,
Distorting all before me in swaths of light
The western mists echo deeply,
Vibrating laughter clings enticingly electric
The eastern emptiness shadowed with light
Obscuring desolate alone stands
The northern sky
Shimmers with visions of otherness
Seeking the dragons breath
I need only look within
Daring to dream of success
Seeking the dragons breath
I venture in words…
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