Nothing else needs saying.
We set off at early dawn to cover the miles to arrive at Borobudur. Java felt big. There were hillsides still covered with tropical jungle but vast areas of fertile plains heavily cultivated and terraced growing a number of crops, but mainly rice. In the distance, we could see the looming volcanoes.
I took these photos through the window of our coach.
The Last Tree
The last tree
Shed its last leaf
On to the poisoned ground.
For the last time
The sap flowed
Weakly through its veins.
No longer would
It donate oxygen
To the atmosphere.
No longer would
Carbon from the air.
Its roots dormant
In the soil.
Its trunk stood tall.
Of what was lost.
Opher – 15.6.2020
The wettest February followed by the sunniest May
As the Indian Ocean fuels the jet stream.
We’re going too slowly, with feet of clay;
We’re moving as if in a dream.
The bleaching of the coral reef.
The clearance of the forest tree.
Defies the psychology of disbelief
As levels of carbon rise upon the breeze.
The rising of the oceans,
The changing patterns of weather
Should focus all our notions.
We need to act all together!
Opher – 5.6.2020
This is all the wondrous life that is being destroyed by climate change, big business and corrupt politicians.
Being a zoologist who just loves animals having the opportunity to go to Australia was paradise. I was able to see a whole range of Australian animals before the politicians in cahoots with big business kills them all off.
I saw some spectacular wildlife. A big thank you to Pete and Trudy who made that possible. I’m forever in your debt!
Today the sun is shining but I’m feeling a bit jaded still, so I wanted something appropriate to my mood!
I settled for the Eels!!
a friend of mine called Dave introduced me to the Eels many moons ago. It was in the days of Novocaine for the Soul. That pretty much sums up how I feel about this lousy destructive, greed-ridden society we’ve constructed.
So today I will be blasting out a bit of Eels!!
Something’s Gotta Change
Two swallows chuntering on the wire.
Five swifts screeching in the sky.
Once so many, now so few.
Remnants – for us to question why.
When insects were plentiful
They fed their hungry brood.
Now the times are tough
There’s a shortage of food.
One thing cascades into another
As we spray with insecticide,
Fill in ponds and streams.
Populations tumble while we decide.
Something has got to change
If we are to stop the rot.
Unless we want a sterile world
With a temperature far too hot.
Opher – 22.5.2020