CrankyMango

soft

2012-02-02T13:47:00.001+10:30

inspired by morning porch

white butterflies chase between the flowers. sunlight glows, gentle and warming. a spring day misplaced. the abundant green of plants feels like a benediction. parrots confer, magpies croon, honeyeaters skip between the branches. miraculous life.

reconnaissance

2012-01-30T19:05:00.000+10:30

inspired by morning porch

balanced on power lines. keeping still.
watching the water below. perhaps it is safe.
a band of sunlight plays on the surface. a shadow.
but the cat is slow to rise today.

heat

2012-01-29T09:10:00.000+10:30

inspired by morning porch

We are melting. Last night's heat dissolved in a torrent of rain.
Today, grey dappled clouds and close hugging humidity.

jumbled

2012-01-28T17:08:00.002+10:30

thirst

2012-01-26T13:05:00.000+10:30

inspired by morning porch

A spiralling pair of white butterflies search the soil for moisture. A sparrow is the first to find the water bowl. In January irrigated greens are surreal.

january

2012-01-24T20:58:00.002+10:30

breath

2012-01-24T08:48:00.000+10:30

inspired by morning porch

the tall rose stands over the salvia and hebe.
sharp points of birdsong in the stillness.
heat lifts overnight, then returns.
a dog lifts her head.
not digging or making tracks today.

dark

2012-01-23T21:14:00.001+10:30

inspired by the morning porch

Magpies, plovers and wagtails;
three sizes of black and white watchfulness patrol the grassland.
Simmering heat; rounded shoulders and burnt leaves.
Crickets celebrate a watered garden.
The evening closes with a faded denim sky.

garden

2012-01-21T20:36:00.001+10:30

inspired by morning porch

Gold—long necked pumpkin flowers stretch upwards, crowding the wide green leaves. Tendrils curl tight against the wire. Beans flower red and climb higher with exploring fingertips. Soft earth under my feet. Sunshine.

grace

2012-01-18T21:51:00.004+10:30

by Jason deClaires Taylor

exhaling a last breath, a last resistance to elemental translation
eyes closed falling into this deep mystery, i am held effortlessly.

gentle currents entwine their stories, threads of life and warmth
this frozen stasis, those impossible weights are lighter here.

and already the alchemy begins, invisible life finds genesis
streaming surfaces, intricate erosion, new solutions, unfurling change.

a Magpie Tales ekphrastic poem

visit

2012-01-15T18:56:00.003+10:30

inspired by morning porch

after hours, sunlight and shadow,
ferns, pink roses and white daisies.
a smiling crescent of blue flowers and violets.
i walk among the ankles of the trees.
a stream winds slowly under Monet's bridge
amber tea on a warm day.

the garden waits.

chill

2012-01-06T08:13:00.000+10:30

inspired by morning porch

In the dark the first rooster crows,
magpies answer, tonight I am cold
I thaw in the steam of the shower.
Kettle hums. Light finds the sky.

arcana

2012-01-04T13:21:00.000+10:30

inspired by chromapoesy

lifetime journey, testing time and trust
patient oaks are tangible oracles and shells
a step into floating emptiness, suspension of disbelief
a persistent dream, the path to resolution

deserted

2011-12-31T16:39:00.001+10:30

inspired by the Morning Porch

Shadows stretch a healing embrace across the shimmering earth. Heat. Light. Dust. Birds, pant. Life stands still waiting for the half-dark. Evening celebration. Night's reprieve.

dream

2011-12-30T22:12:00.000+10:30

Inspired by Dave Bonta's Morning Porch

Each second lasts a week, the toc tic trembles
for a day through the earth. This earth falling
between my fingers. The garden is my hourglass.
Leaves stretch, a flower opens and folds.
A breath. A season.

Peaceful trees, branches meeting, so far away.
Will I ever reach you? I can fly, arms reaching,
sugar glider sails, flying upward, spiralling.
Exhilaration, air and adrenalin, but time still
pins me in place. Intractable dimension.

light

2011-12-26T15:01:00.000+10:30

Inspired by Dave Bonta's Morning Porch

Bright heat fills the senses.
Leaves, green flags answering.
Scarlet flowering beans hold close.
Parsley pollen dust like fine snow.

....

Tree, your form follows life in honest congruence,
a fibonacci elegance written incrementally,
in amber-red blood and grain.

Sunlight blesses you, telling your story
to the bleached swarf of drying grass.

2011-12-25T20:43:00.002+10:30

by Meredith

between the curling grace
the form and fabric
light and shade branching
i sat to speak my mind.

borrowed eloquence and
my friend the tree.
perfect lines join, folding,
jumbled enscriptions read.

flowing water moves like a rumor
bridging continents, tides and tidings
rain and reflection. a pulse.
a shared silence.

blue afternoon

2011-12-23T14:22:00.004+10:30

Inspired by Dave Bonta's Morning Porch

Parrots sing of the Summer in a bleached blue heat.
Beans wave their first fat flags above the earth.
A crowd of melon seedlings push for sunlight.
Curtains breathe slowly. The kitchen smells of mango.

traffic

2011-12-22T19:36:00.003+10:30

heat haze,
winding through the trees

orange, black folding leaves
butterflies cross the road

grey shoulders, tall and strong
a koala crosses the road

rain

2011-12-18T11:40:00.000+10:30

Tera Zajack via dverse

rain, misty blessing
avian celebration
imagine flying

sound

2011-12-18T11:10:00.006+10:30

Inspired by Dave Bonta's Morning Porch

Rain misting across the park in drifts.
A rich mayhem of songs, but I don't know them all.
Galahs saw away at the top of the trees.
A sulphur cockatoo trumps them with his gravelly rasp.
Sometimes there are colourful rosellas.
Honey eaters dance in the bottlebrush
and Willie Wagtails skip and swing over the grass.
We have blackbirds and sparrows.
A crow calls, and a rooster.

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A dutch website on Australian birds.
This is a great website with a lot of Australian birds and their sounds.

Birds in backyards also has some audio samples.

Here are some sounds or images from the above sites:

magpie magpie magpie
galah galah
crow new holland honey eater
crested pigeon
willie wagtail willie wagtail
sulphur crested cockatoo cockatoo
ibis little egret rosella

waiting

2011-12-17T16:05:00.001+10:30

image by Mostafa Habibi for Magpie Tales

Stasis stretches as far as I can see, perhaps beyond.

Pinned. Embedded. Mind screaming rebellion in

jagged iterative images of sharp red escapism.

Tender dreams compressed to diamond grit

between my teeth, under fingernails.

Blind faith and desperation.

Rain.

silver

2011-12-17T11:23:00.001+10:30

Inspired by Dave Bonta's Morning Porch

rows of cubed earth , unsifted, wet
puddles, ringed with rain, glow.
beans curl through wire, new seedlings stretch
birdsong, without shadows

sweet noise

2011-12-12T13:50:00.001+10:30

Inspired by Dave Bonta's Morning Porch

Still grey and gentle. In spring, birds contest everything; top knot pigeons practice competitive folk dance, galahs celebrate dinner with a shout, honey eaters orbit the bottle brush and wagtails swing over the grasses. A first locust investigates my seedlings. Shy sunlight. A soft shadow falls over my hands; sifting grass roots for a new garden.

christmas

2011-12-11T09:52:00.002+10:30

Inspired by Dave Bonta's Morning Porch.

White daisies and oregano are bursting with lush green overconfidence. A carrot waves lacy flowers. Bees search the salvia and lamb's ears. Thyme is still woody, more conservative, anticipating dry Summer heat. Clear, silvery globes like alien plums, contrast the red and rusty leaves of the prunus, for Christmas.

splash

2011-12-09T19:39:00.000+10:30

Inspired by Dave Bonta's Morning Porch

Softly raining, grey and warm. A blackbird dances over the close shaved earth, counting worms. Magpies sing waterfall melodies, invisible suits in tall trees.

spiral of life

2011-12-04T10:04:00.000+10:30

nautilus shell photography print by Allison Trentelman.

blessed

2011-11-27T23:35:00.000+10:30

a bird at my window
a breath
shadows marking time
and transition
day, night
celestial machinery
a blue wonder
in the shifting dark
home

palimpsest

2011-11-26T17:50:00.003+10:30

a found coastal landscape

wind works surreal arias, dreams, fugues,
familiar riffs twisted through ti tree, out of tune,
carefully sharp visuals glide unexpected
across a contrary void.

signs raise a hand free, steel faces caught darkening,
drawn to serve a quiet campaign, small smiles jacked up at the corners.

an empty pearl chamber feels grey, a drift of them,
a quarry of skeletal expressions, defences, accommodations
waiting for tenants or to join the surrounding diaspora

rings of shell, like wood,
shone bright, with taste and tenderness
convex curves and fine wrinkles,
a coppery gleam of salty dialogue
round velvet weeds inhale ocean,
softly spoken bubbles of danger

ivory, agape, a fish face remembers
currents and pulses, birds attending
on limbo breezes, held in place
unflapped and watchful.
blood ran proud on thirsty dunes.
easy wine branches, like a magnolia
rusting into the moss,
withdrawn masked petals reconsider and
shift their weight

against salty leaves a silk caesura
a soft consumption, retreat, compression
a life pressed against prior knowledge
and precedent, reflective.
reforming. a busy intermission
individually wrapped revolution
a crowded occupation,
becoming.

reflection

2011-11-20T18:20:00.002+10:30

inspired by the morning porch

Watering the forest of parsley. Roots loosen in soggy soil and are removed to show fresh bare ground. A carrot flower remains a pretty irregularity.

Seedlings are waiting for a chance in the sun. Beans, pumpkin, capsicum, chilli, coriander, and carnation. Jerusalem artichokes are lush and tall already.

The herb bed is crowded with expansionist perennials. Oregano reaching upwards in spires, silver thyme thick and scrubby like a city of frost, mint imitates the march of the viaducts, heading steadily up the hill beyond containment. Forgetmenots spread softly, small blue flowers with yellow centres. Slaters, snails and slugs crowd against the woody garden edge.

Down on the verge the native plants test their mettle against the drying soil and early heat. Wagtails dance and crows drawl, the sound reflecting through the park. The steam train calls, hollow, ethereal.

rose for jae

2011-11-18T21:53:00.000+10:30

semaphore dawn

2011-11-13T18:36:00.000+10:30

petrichor

2011-11-08T00:48:00.002+10:30

Let us care for each other.
Let us care for this earth.
by kathleen

we stand in this ecology, in this gentle rain
breathe the flowers, and the piquant tang of eucalypts
magpies acapella through the afternoon
and at night a crystal voice cuts through the darkness
it is a wonder to be here, even amongst
the crowded chaos. but especially in the quiet spaces
the earth feels alive and hopeful.

by evan leeson

places

2011-10-30T09:54:00.002+10:30

rainy afternoon fills with a beautiful oblivion,
soft, silent mystery, the world is unsaid
trees coalesce and dissolve around me
individually wrapped in white sky

inspired by Dave Bonta's morning porch

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last night the earth rumbled, walls shuffled and creaked.
tonight it is just the traffic mumbling on the freeway.
a cricket calls, a bird.

isabel's tree

2011-10-17T20:35:00.000+10:30

sunlight, oxygen, earth

years ago a seed dropped

the rings ripple outward

a splash of timber
a reflected tower of life

sweeping radial curves

and new seeds

for isabel

release

2011-10-16T22:28:00.000+10:30

“Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds
on the heel that has crushed it.”
Mark Twain (American Humorist, Writer and Lecturer. 1835-1910)

imagine escape
from the mechanical weight and noisy tides of this body
to an emptiness, acorporeal, safe. a listening mind,
simply integral, without self.

leaving behind the confusions of skin,
proprioceptive and sensory negotiation
for the other side of mindfulness
an inversion, beyond presence, contention and doubt.

the politics of life exhaled
into a universal whole.
a step which dissolves into fragrance.

study

2011-10-13T16:00:00.002+10:30

Inspired by Dave Bonta, A.B.Casuga, Luisa Igloria.
and Hearing

New seedlings, white stems soft with thirst on a sunny day.
Water mists against the cloddy earth. Irises stretch their blue wings.
Sparrows, brown with a shrill chatter, scold the crows, dogs, me.
Tall trees in the park are resonant with other songs I don't recognise.
No magpies today. A hawk circles for quarry over the open grass.
Kids pedal for speed laps, counting their supremacy out loud.
Time and light drain from the day.
A four-day deadline presses home its point. Assignment waiting,
I close my curtains.

I’ve nothing else—to bring, You know

2011-10-08T19:12:00.001+10:30

Emily Dickinson

I’ve nothing else—to bring, You know—
So I keep bringing These—
Just as the Night keeps fetching Stars
To our familiar eyes—

Maybe, we shouldn’t mind them—
Unless they didn’t come—
Then—maybe, it would puzzle us
To find our way Home—

morning

2011-10-08T12:13:00.000+10:30

Scattered thoughts spiral, steaming coffee.
Two ducks exploring new wetlands after rain.
Morning sunlight stretches to the west.
Two yellow dogs push close for attention.
Tension unravelling, unweaving, untangled.
I take a deep breath of cold air.

inspired by the morning porch

song

2011-10-06T12:02:00.001+10:30

in the still of night a small bird calls 'wait for me, wait for me'
syncopated sonar, a daytime sound transposed to a darker key.

reflecting the morning porch and via negativa

drawing

2011-09-27T20:08:00.000+09:30

smith

spin

garden

2011-09-25T13:52:00.000+09:30

journey

2011-09-22T16:38:00.014+09:30

choosing a seat,
the trees behind me

a quiet flow of people
television chattering

my turn
finding another seat

explaining myself,
raw, awake, balancing.

careful of the edges

negotiating equilibrium,
quiet passage.

between

2011-09-19T19:45:00.001+09:30

stillness in dance,
the valley of a pulse
silence in music,
anodyne euphony
light through closed eyes,
a busy emptiness
between

inspired by
due dates and studying

sundays

2011-09-18T16:50:00.000+09:30

i often walk matching my steps to the bleached hardwood beams following the twin curves of polished steel, it feels like childhood. once i heard the call, but it was not for me, we did not cross paths.

sometimes i am at home and she passes, gracious engineering, stormy majesty, measuring wide arcs to the coast. young and old all wave from the windows, sharing their joy and wonder, belonging for a moment, to our living treasure.

for dverse

trees

2011-09-11T17:49:00.002+09:30

i begin the same journey
again from the first step.

along the road
i make offerings of trees
and pretend they are
small destinations.

and begin the same journey
again from the first step.

at least this looping path
is safe and offers something
to our living landscape

perhaps that is the best of me
an avenue of thanks

mary

2011-09-10T20:27:00.000+09:30

a few weeks old
her first grandchild
asleep in her arms
small hands curled.
radiant happiness
fortune smiling.

light

2011-09-10T12:31:00.016+09:30

cosmos by jim

all colour gently untangled, released

from subjective shadows and contention

returned to the whole, signals quiet

reconciled, learning to find peace

in any context, trust in life

as it emerges, prismatic reversal

rainbow strands fold into white

dandelion by evan

sunrise by evan

trees

2011-09-10T11:55:00.001+09:30

satsuma plum soft in pale green
freshly planted pear tree stretching
a mulberry crowded with broad leaves
fresh fig buds on woody branches
a pineapple quince finds a new life

presence

2011-09-09T01:59:00.000+09:30

earth and sky
here and everywhere
now and then
i stand and breathe
as best i can
thankful

arrival

2011-09-08T21:21:00.001+09:30

finding my way through city crowds
wintery trees and traffic lights
slate and silver pigeons watch
an irregular anomaly on a busy street

one day i might walk in a leafier world
open skies and restless wilderness and feel
less like some improbable oddity
resolving element in a flow of life

gentle things

2011-09-08T20:07:00.000+09:30

i like the illustrations of shaun tan
i think they are sadhappy whimsical
surreal. gentle and hopeful.
the arrival is a silent book
about journeying to a new country.

still

2011-09-07T09:36:00.002+09:30

in a harmonic world
nothing can be known

every space, every word,
every path, every smile
speaks duality.

i feel happydanger.

damning transaction
and sweet resolution
sing like sirens.
and so i stand
in the present moment

time at least is an
honest friend

transparent life
raised by the silence
deadly pond
and living river

astigmatism hopefully
correcting

squirrel

2011-09-05T21:39:00.000+09:30

city

2011-08-29T19:09:00.000+09:30

jack layton

2011-08-29T15:38:00.002+09:30

"My friends, love is better than anger.
Hope is better than fear.
Optimism is better than despair.
So let us be loving, hopeful and optimistic,
and we'll change the world."

mangrove

2011-08-28T20:18:00.001+09:30


mangrove by garry

mangrove by tim

i feel as though mangroves are salty morton bay figs
they both have aerial roots and broad leaves
and create habitat within their reach

don't give up

2011-08-28T20:05:00.001+09:30

i like that he sings a love of humanity
of the world as a whole. another voice
of holistic proprioception.

he also sings cheeky happy songs
but i most admire the ability to offer
love simply and without judgement

trees, communities, growing leadership

2011-08-28T09:55:00.004+09:30

dverse asks for poems of alternate vision, of intent. i have no words in me better than these perspectives from people who understand all life as family. rights as responsibilities.

holistic proprioception.
sometimes listening
is the best kind of speaking

dark

2011-08-27T01:02:00.000+09:30

fractured perception
small chairs with gothic shadows
looking for light relief

salvia

2011-08-25T14:34:00.001+09:30

by aussiegall

and after all the world

is still wrapped in blue

beautiful emptiness

primary, elemental

and so we breathe

our stories into the ether

a mesh of imaginings

curiosity, wonder

white

2011-08-24T14:28:00.000+09:30

trees

2011-08-22T09:52:00.000+09:30

two small sheoaks
safely in the creek bank
out of the way of the tractor.
a wish to heal this
beloved earth. i hope that
they live to give happiness
to others.

peace

2011-08-21T09:43:00.001+09:30

i am my own hell
while round me the world is beautiful

i need to turn around
leave these shadows behind
light and laughter are possible
this journey of life is a gift

i can float within this river
beautiful universe of refracting colour
and not be afraid
cong shan ru liu

roads

2011-08-15T20:38:00.000+09:30

winding road through inverbrackie
the sharp edged shock of a
steel checkerplate crucifix embedded
in the open arms of a living tree
shouting duality, life and death,
violence, remembrance.
chong dao fu zhe

another road

family

2011-08-15T09:52:00.001+09:30

bad photos of good people =)

Mary's poem

2011-08-14T03:01:00.004+09:30

Thought this was a lovely affirmation
of how blessed I feel. I am surrounded
by good people. =)

Mary's blog: In the Corner of My Eye
Mary's poem: If I Should Die

If I should die, think only this of me
that I lived the best I could,
that I loved you, never wanted more
than to be with you each day,
that I tried to live an honest, authentic life
as that is all I knew. If I should die,
know that I will die a better person
for knowing you.

Posted by Mary at 8:47 PM

peace

2011-08-12T20:36:00.000+09:30

eyes closed, listening
i can no longer hold or release pieces of life, it all flows
through my fingers, the good, the bad, the wonder of it.

but i listen to that gentle formal pattern
counting me out and bringing me back again

like a tide. and that is enough.

video

2011-08-08T18:36:00.000+09:30

Kim Jordan of the Lobethal Community Association has put together a groovy video of the mosaic project.

tides

2011-08-08T00:22:00.002+09:30

ocean
transient life
dust

cang hai sang tian

turtle

2011-08-07T20:30:00.000+09:30

Horses, Giorgio de Chirico

a thousand miles to paradise
six horses plan their journey
the turtle, in three years,
arrives and waits for them.

bo bie qian li
dverse

receipt

2011-08-04T20:30:00.000+09:30

another donkey receipt from @erin_elindsay

velvet nose with wiry whiskers
narrow shoulders and hips
with a rounded belly
a simple life

traders watch the elegant sweep of his receipt
graceful forms shimmer across creamy paper
no hint of donkey

meanwhile
small dark hooves
find their own path

bo shi moi lu

war

2011-08-04T20:11:00.002+09:30

nothing is too deceitful in war.
win,
the pen of history follows;
virtue, cut to suit.
everything is too deceitful
where is the edge?
the toxic cleverness of the golden flower
where even the tea has a dark harmonic
unfolding in immaculate horror
imagine them all
beyond war
peaceful, floating.

bing bu yan zha
this idiom reminds me of this movie
exquisite, dire.

void

2011-08-02T11:41:00.003+09:30

image from NASA's 7th expedition, via Starts with a Bang

disconnection
floating backwards
colours compressed
into blackness
stark otherness

encapsulated
all the mess of life
in discreet bubbles
vacuum wrapped
eternity

bie kai sheng mian
for dverse

thank you

2011-08-01T20:35:00.000+09:30

Thank you to the lovely crew in Lobethal.
Kathryn, Kim, Paul, Val, Lisa were there today.
Difficult to say goodbye.
j

ash

2011-08-01T19:17:00.002+09:30

image by D.C. Lutz

rough hewn writings
and simple timberwork
burn as sweetly
to ash

elemental letter
of new life

ban men nong fu

leaf

2011-07-31T21:18:00.001+09:30

willow leaves spin
sunlight marking every leaf
a restless river
stretches the story

bai bu chuang yang
dverse

toad

2011-07-31T16:09:00.001+09:30

small, green, round,
it is a trick of the light;
casts such strange shadows.
how could i fly
or stand so tall?

an tu suo ji
exploring some
chinese idioms

nearly finished

2011-07-29T08:54:00.000+09:30

blues

2011-07-25T21:04:00.000+09:30

radioastron poster

2011-07-18T15:33:00.001+09:30

Radioastron project poster

Radioastron launched
Radioastron site

blankets

2011-07-12T17:25:00.000+09:30

working on the red blanket

2011-07-11T16:23:00.002+09:30

fruit

2011-07-11T16:20:00.000+09:30

A mosaic for Wunderlea Day Care Centre, Mount Barker Hospital.
Thanks to David and Pam for help. =)

my first mosaic

2011-07-11T16:18:00.000+09:30

Thanks to David and Pam at wunderlea for getting me started =)

tassels and planning the blue

2011-07-08T19:29:00.000+09:30

one ready for grout

2011-07-06T21:08:00.002+09:30

morning

2011-07-05T21:30:00.001+09:30

Wheat Field with Rising Sun, Vincent Van Gogh, 1889

and the sun meets me
face to face
i feel the gift and frisson of heat
eyes closed
watching the the velvet reds
of her light translated

beyond
she visits her shifting empire
with the same precision
both blessing and warning
the morning edges of wheat
warm light, on still green grass

even now
the shadows are resistant
restless exiles
yet to be persuaded by the
offer of the day

magpie

endeavor

2011-07-02T20:43:00.007+09:30

Endeavor, Lino Tagliapietra, Columbus Museum of Art

he breathes the kiss of life to liquid sands
peppers the air with suspended animation
streaming ribbons of glowing colour
suspended in frozen grace, a silent fleet
translucent keels inhaling an imagined wind,
imagine these shapes released
riding the surface of a hazy current
or flitting like coppery leaves
to meet their shadows

magpie wordle

pieces

2011-07-02T13:52:00.001+09:30

two blankets

2011-06-30T20:15:00.000+09:30

progress

2011-06-29T19:09:00.002+09:30

there will be three mosaics
they each represent a blanket design
this first one is an army blanket
i have added the stars on the design
the blanket is simple grey with a yellow stripe

and orange edge stitching

there will be a red orange blanket with tassels and a

blue green checked blanket with a satin edge.

the blankets are from the onkaparinga wool mill in lobethal
the mosaics will be in lobethal =)

dream

2011-06-29T19:08:00.002+09:30

the handle turns
a fine curling ribbon of language
winds into my ear

winter

2011-06-26T20:47:00.001+09:30

night

2011-06-20T19:48:00.000+09:30

restless blackness, wild
tempestuous, intemperate
chilling

the glowing coals of tail lights
emerge and dissolve
across the flooded windscreen

parrots swear from wind hustled trees
branches and leaves bleached and shiny
tumble between the road and the night
rain at crosspurposes
almost home

moon

2011-06-18T21:25:00.001+09:30

aureole
round and soft
grey clouds glowing
a crescent in its centre
streetlights echo the soft bloom
around their glassy core
twilight

spin

2011-06-18T15:21:00.011+09:30

Rosenquist exhibition

systems of life
ecologies and economies
spin

they feel disconnected, discordant,
clashing gears, they consume each other
total war between ecology and profit

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onestoppoetry

architect

2011-06-15T22:06:00.000+09:30

lifelong pirouette
spinning and growing
writing your autobiography
with tongue toed softness.

an incremental cathedral
honoring your beginnings
repeating rhythms and
building toward your future

and beyond
where your work will stand
as last will and testament
whispering monument
exquisite epitaph

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magpie

statue

2011-06-15T21:10:00.000+09:30

bebe's garden

2011-06-15T20:55:00.000+09:30