Dear Efi, I'm loving this, although I don't know why. The photograph is in another language, maybe a map of ants. Meanwhile I'm picturing all traffic both heavy and light backed up for miles while proud birds cross the highway on foot. No one is beeping their horn. It's glorious. But I suspect it's not about this at all.
You've just described perfectly my lifelong post apocalyptic fantasy, Rob! So much carnage on the roads. I'm a walker - I don't drive and I don't own a car. I also have an insect perspective which I learnt from my cat. I thought I was being obtuse....Thank you so, so much for your response!
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Great photo and words
Thank you so much, Moyra.
Stunning, Efi. Image and poem.
Thank you heaps, Sarah! I was hoping you'd like this one. :)
very strange, intriguing Efi — do you mean 'cockatoo crossing' as in 'zebra crossing'?
Correct, Robbie! The idea was triggered by the black and white markings on the bitumen. Originally, I wrote 'crossing cockatoo' but I wanted the sense of the zebra crossing in order to suggest a sort of cockatoo safe zone or even better, their dominance over the roads. I've seen some scarifying cockatoo road rage on my walks. Then again, I'm prone to projecting onto animals (one of my life's great pleasures).
Perplexing image and text; they match each other so well.
Yes, I agree the writing's a tad dense...rotated a few degrees out. ;) Thanks so much for commenting, Myron.
great! I like the way image and text go together and I love the way the eye is completely bamboozled and held
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