A poem - or - 3 months in 16 frames
This afternoon I had to literally scrape a cyclist off Alison Road in Randwick. He hit a car that failed to give way to him at 30-35km/h, launched into the air above the car and came down heavily on his head. I was the first on the scene and had the miserable task of lifting his backpack to reveal his face, expecting the worse - he wasn’t moving and I thought that he was dead. Finally he gasped through blood and spit, “help me…”. Thankfully a GP stopped and decided to turn him over as he was having trouble breathing. He recovered slightly from the initial shock, but was fading in and out of consciousness. He had a badly fractured humerus and a possible fractured pelvis/hip. In addition, he had stripped a big patch of skin off his head ’cause he wasn’t wearing a helmet. Despite being a beautiful day today, the event bought a wierd closure to summer…
…which brings me to the collection of photos above. These were shot on my mobile since christmas and, although they don’t capture everything in the best detail, you get photos you wouldn’t otherwise.
They are (L to R):
1. Mum and dad in their living room.
2. Dunc drinking beer like vintage Le Tour de France riders.
3. The bar sign at the Australian Hotel in The Rocks.
4. Zoe and Karin eating gelato on the train from Newtown to Waitara.
5. Max, the little dog that lives next door to Andy and Bob.
6. The pub bike that I gave to Michelle’s daughter Brit.
7. Fishing for whiting off Fingal Spit with way too heavy tackle.
8. The western sky from Boydie’s house as a comment passes.
9. Max, the human I lived with for a few months.
10. XXXX Gold on Nelson Bay Beach, Australia Day.
11. A dramatic cumulonimbus clouds on the drive north from Sydney.
12. Underneath the same cloud 10 minutes later.
13. Shoal Bay from the Port Stephens Fish and Game Club.
14. A poem (see bleow).
15. The support act for Blue King Brown at The Metro.
16. A cyclist getting scraped off Alison Road (should’ve seen his bike).
The poem in frame 14 was penned at 2 am one night in Shoal Bay, using those little magnet words that you stick on your fridge. It reads…
infinite dark morning
full warm pleasure
drink beauty
remember delicious emotion
taste sun
enjoy sound
caress moon sky
evening, night
fly positive woman
March 28th, 2007 at 8:15 am
I liked the story about the cyclist, however I prefer the stories with rescue helicopters, and bones sticking out of legs. Good to see the little ambo in the photo is looking concerned.
You’ll have to hear about my Dad’s police chase through Rome last week. I’ll get Mum to send the email to you.