( 3 stills from my viddy RG/N/ISM )

LAA28_S4.

"Dawn Solo

First light beside the Murray in Mildura,
Which like a drift of mist pervades
The eucalypt arcades,
A pale caesura

Dividing night and day. Two, three clear notes
To usher in the dawn are heard
From a pied butcherbird,
A phrase that floats

So slowly through the silence-thickened air,
Those notes, like globules labouring
Through honey, almost cling
And linger there.

Or is it that the notes themselves prolong
The time time takes, to make it stand,
Morning both summoned and
Called back by song."

--Stephen Edgar

Thinking about the immortality of the crab.

"Drought nights keep in their bellies a radiant profundity like a light locked into a hard nut." --The Apple in the Dark

Decent service corridor, two ways.