Showing posts with label Hastings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hastings. Show all posts

Saturday, 16 May 2026

synchronised dancing...

Thursday, 5 March 2026

that's life...

 life

unexpected visitors

unexpected journeys


unexpected detours

return to the main road

erased



Youngsters parading their bikes in the Westernport Festival at Hastings on a Saturday morning.
I would drop everything to watch this community festival, sadly now dissolved.

I would rather share this as an image of a detour than make a fuss about being exhausted on this day...
Too exhausted to create my usual posts...

So now, on the 8th March, I have turned back the clock to fill the gap.

Wednesday, 26 February 2025

town crier...

town crier costume leading local street parade #fringe glimpse of the past #vss365 #haiku #parade #community #street

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— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 26 February 2025 at 08:17

Monday, 24 February 2025

Sunday, 29 December 2024

motorbike at Hastings...



addiction rapture
locked in the powerful vibes
of motorbike thrills

to feel the roaring purr
of throbbing engines

to lean into the rush
of a long straight road
and
to sway with the dance
of winding bends

to brave dusty tracks
strewn with rocky check-points
and to be sure no vehicle
would dare to try 

to reach the vague towns 
of yesteryear 
and touch the pulse 
of pioneers

I somehow sense
the motorbike rider
could easily be
today's lone pioneer
appreciating the good 
and the bad
of the world
as a passing parade

up close

and real


and I

as an addicted rider

love it that way

Friday, 6 December 2024

There is little visible, obvious escape from the intimidator...

Old cannon outside Hastings Historical Society, Victoria...


There is little visible, obvious escape from
the intimidator
the bully with
the loud voice and
aggressive actions

the entitled one
who expects obeyance

in short
the one who represents
the uncivilised shame of humanity
in the guise of intelligence
and obvious superiority

in short
the one skilled
in lies
betrayals and 
promises
personal wins
personal glory
and a personal avalanche of money
are all that matters
to this one

when this one's demands can't or won't be met
war
to be or not to be 
is not the only question


as for you
the receiver of someone's else's strength
without even asking for it
you ride the new currents
the new surfs
the rips
possibly alone

waiting
somewhat preparedly
for the next surprise

and so you face a personal question
which involves
your own
personal peace

how to keep your peace alive
within

your peace that is you 

Tuesday, 24 September 2024

feathered friends...

Sunday, 8 September 2024

just chilling...

Sunday, 9 June 2024

wintry reflections...

Monday, 13 May 2024

a whisper of waves...

Saturday, 4 May 2024

some feathered creatures...

Sunday, 28 April 2024

choices...