…coastal poesy #54

...my battered birkie

…here, at my feet, foam from the surf collects with the seaweed and blows across  the beach in the gentle breeze like a serpent's beard… I gather the fluff in the cup of my hand and gaze into a globule of air, reflecting a world within a world… I burst the bubble with my finger, and the world I saw a moment ago  explodes… but I behold it still in my mind's eye, a vivid image of what once was, and so it's as real to me now as it was before…

(beachcombing at miramar' by richard bode 1996)

barragga point ©240713

…rural integral #53

… once a pride and joy, stays a feature at the edge of a cemetery almost kerb-stone to the princes highway... perhaps there's a story between the car, the road and the grave... texting? ©100513

…coastal tint #52

… nearby is the bridge where cuttagee lake is cut off occasionally, from the sea ©130613

…coastal nocturnal #51

shrine to the war dead, horseshoe bay bermagui ©231013

…rural spectral #50

bega valley shire ©231013

...I have not come across any haunted house in the bega valley but this particular house apparently is... the common appearance of a young woman lying in bed next to this dress shop-owner's teenage son... I think I know what you are thinking because I thought the same too when I first heard it... no, she is not the boy's girlfriend coming to his room to help each other with their homework...

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…rural surreal #49

bermagui bridge bus stop 
before midnight ©231013

…coastal mackerel #48

bermagui breakwater ©120411

...I was fishing sitting on the breakwater, or as the locals call it the rock wall, opposite to the above feature... didn't catch any fish below but snapped some drama above...

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