The dot One of the many churches in Goulburn, New South Wales A blemish-free sky,made up with strong foundation—a birth mark, the moon. Rate this: Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn More Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
The burning Pop, pop, crackle, pop,sound of tiny hearts breaking:trees felled for firewood. Rate this: Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn More Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
Firewood Green, black, red, pale white;a colour every season,trees are humanly. Rate this: Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn More Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
Biodiversity Cataract Gorge, Launceston Riverside sunshine—million micro organisms,heroes without capes. Rate this: Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn More Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
Charity A 100-something year-old tree, Cataract Gorge, Launceston Embracing us all,gives to black, white, and between,tree arms, alms to world. Rate this: Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn More Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...