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Sunrise, sunset and Erotica in Coral Bay 2

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A place of full of wonder with magnificent landscapes, pristine beaches and nature in all its glory. Picture perfect we would never be able to replicate!

The ruggend beauty of the Cape Range National Park contrasted with the aquatic splendour of the Ningaloo Marine Park

Last year was the second-warmest on record in Australia and the past decade was the hotest recorded nationaly.

In Western Australia, 2009 brought the second highest average maximum daily temperature of 30.3 C.

Each decade in Australia since 1940 has been warmer than the previous one.

The observations proved that the climate was unequivocally warming, in line with world-wide measurements showing that 2009 was the fifth-hottest year globaly. The replica of the Dutch ship - which visited this area in 1618.

Renowned for being one of the world's treacherous coastlines, a decision was forged to locate two lighthouses on the Ningaloo Reef.

The Vlamingh Head Lighthouse and the Points Cloates Lighthouse were built in 1911 and 1912 respectively.

One adventurous traveller in the place of landing of the schooner 'Maud' in 1884.

Average rainfall for 2009 was under the long-term average of 464 mm. Australia is drying out.

While we enjoyed the calm waters of Coral Bay, back home in Perth hundreds of beachgoers were forced to flee the city beaches after two Tiger sharks were spotted near the shore.

These friendly Geraldton natives are the town own welcoming committe. They are wild. You need to respect them, give them the right of way and do not feed them.

Looking for turtles. There are three known species of turtles in the Ningaloo Reef, the Green, Loggerhead and Hawksbill.

Chasing my own shadow on the Oyster Stacks. This sit is great for fish life and is best accessed on a high or incoming tide. The shoreline is cocky with some sharp oyster shelled areas.

We need to maintain our pristine environment. I take only photograps and memories and leave only footprints.

Ningaloo Reef is one of the few reef systems in the world that have formed on the western side of a continent.

The name Ningaloo comes from the local Aboriginal people meaning promontory or point of high land jutting into the sea

Of the seven species of turtle worldwide, six can be found in Australia, three of these can be found at Ningaloo, we are going to look for them... COME BACK FOR THE LAST PART OF THE ADVENTURES FROM CORAL BAY

AVATAR - What will be next?

AVATAR
What will be next?
fast, effortless and silent death
of our unique human traits

Titanic and Avatar
the most popular movies
of our time
satisfy our hunger 
for the perfect copy
of the past
we dream to recreate
or the future
we are looking forward to live in…
comfortably and now.

Cameron has the right voice
at the right time
and his picture perfect
with the newest visual effects
make us proud
our world colonization is over,
we are ready to reach for stars.

We can create
so we can destroy.
Higher we reach,
lower we fall
But we want to 
have
more, more and even more…

More food 
we have
gluttony follows
we overeat 
ourselves
to our own death
More food
we have
less value for us 
it has
our rubbish tips
are piled
with leftovers
while hungry
are starving
we are paying
a lot
for another type
of an unsuccessful diet…

More comfort
we have
laziness follows
we indulge
ourselves

to our own death
More goods
we have
less value for us
it has
our rubbish tips
are piled
with outdated 
technology 
while some 
of our neighbours
struggle to meet
their basic needs
we chase 
the newest item
on the electronic market
to stay tune in
with our entertainment industry…


Everyday
we are bombarded 
with news
of our depleted natural resources
of yet another environmental disaster
of gloomy future of our planet
Everyday
We overeat ourselves
overindulge ourselves
and in comfort of our homes
we dream
that once 
just like 
in Cameron’s movie
we will make a copy
the perfect copy 
of our planet Earth 
somewhere else
or even the perfect copy 
of ourselves… 


Cameron has the right voice
at the right time
and his picture perfect
with the newest visual effects
make us proud
our world colonization is over,
we are ready to reach for stars.

We can create
so we can destroy.
Higher we reach,
lower we fall.
But we want to 
have
more, more and even more…

Fast food, effortless living,
an uncomplicated relationship,
the perfect life,
that is what we wish for…
There are fewer couples,
even less families
and more people living alone…

Struggling in silence,
feeling lonely,
desperately wishing to meet someone,
but lucking the basic social skills.

The first, life-size robotic 
girlfriends or boyfriends
were designed for them.
Complete with artificial 
intelligence
and flesh-like synthetic skin,
apparently,
they are perfect companions,
they come 
with five personalities.

No more fear of dying,
of loosing your partner,
your dear one,
your pet,
a piece of DNA
and a lot of money,
and you can have
a copy,
a perfect copy,
of them,
back.


Cameron has the right voice
at the right time
and his picture perfect
with the newest visual effects
make us proud
our world colonization is over,
we are ready to reach for stars.

We can create
so we can destroy.
Higher we reach,
lower we fall.
But we want to 
have
more, more and even more…

Stability makes us reckless,
living in a stable relationship,
makes us dream
about a secret love.
Ordinary profession
makes us wish
for an adventure 
And our suburban 
existence
makes us plan
another exotic
holiday
to spice up 
our lives.
The value 
of
places, people or things
depends
how far they are from our reach.

No more fear of dying,
the ability
to replicate
the life,
a copy,
the perfect copy
of you,
me,
us…

What would happen to us,
when we put price on our lives?

I am no one 
and
I am every one
one human being
among billions of others
with an unique human trait.
You can take my DNA,
you can make a perfect copy of me,
but you can not make me,
as I am not perfect.
You will make my shade.

We dream about the perfect picture,
yet,
we forget,
that the most beautiful things on Earth,
are created by an accident,
by a chance,
by many imperfections
on big scale of life.



AVATAR
What will be next?
fast, effortless and silent death
of our unique human traits

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The Book Club Reflection: The Goodbye Summer by Patricia Gaffney

Essence is the product of existence

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Some forms of suffering are hard for anybody to adjust to, among them hunger, cold, persistent noise, mental illness, terminal illness and death of your loved ones...

I faced the danger in the maze but through my own forgetfulnes cut short my father's and mother's days so now a sea mark their distress...

There is the continuation of the cycle beyond their, my, our finite existence...

Memories are travelling from dark into the light,a gracious old house where my grandparents spent their last days...

There is so much in life, aging and death we do not understand and we need to accept it...

The old fashioned narrow street they used to stroll early in the morning...

With the power of imagination you can go anywhere you want...

even to visit the places of your forebearers...

The room and the house they maybe lived...

Go back, visit your past, there will be a great sense of freedom and the exhilaration of the long ride...

The first steps on your life path back...you will not feel lonely after that...

On the start of your travel back to past, you always seem to arrive in the dark, then you wake up..

next morning to this golden summer among the roses your Nan loved so much...

You stopped just in time of your grandparents, but if you go further back to the beginning of our species..

the 2 million year old skeleton was discovered recently in South Africa-the first ancestor of the first humans to walk on our earth.

The remains of a human juvenile male about 9 years old have been discovered by a boy of the same age.

Professor Berger describes how his son had run off to an unexplored part of the cave.

After a minute and half, he said: "Dad, I've found a fossil." What a perspective on a beginning of our life...

Not all pleasure is desirable and not all pain is undesirable.

Life is enriched by striving for self-knowledge: learning to love, care for others and other notions of the greater good.

The 19th century German philosopher Arthur Schopenhauer pointed out, comparing wealth with sea water:

"The more we drink, the thirstier we become." The wealth is relative.

Looking back on the life of our forebearers, we quickly realize. Many of them suffered severe setbacks, financial...

prolonged illness and death of loved ones...

hunger, cold and war attrocities...

yet they manage to readjust quickly to a happy life.

What matters to people is not money itself but the status and self-satisfaction it confers.

The consensus among philosophers is that happiness is not merely the sensation of pleasure. The pursuit of happiness is inside us.

Not all pleasure is desirable and not all pain is undesirable

WISDOM TO BE FOUND IN THE ACCEPTANCE

“I live on my own,”
says Caddie Winger of her long-time home
each night to help her wind down
she sits in front of her piano
then 
when she goes to sleep
she tends to see a grand music hall
an audience listening
with extraordinary intensity
to a beautiful piece of music
if she can only see 
who does it play,
everything will be ok,
which of course it is.
In her dreams,
she is the one 
performing it on the stage.

She wakes up
a music teacher turns 33.
Another of her students
with a boring expression
on a face
plays few false notes,
she asks him or her to repeat.
“But it’s hard,
I find myself tripping up all the time.”
The child sighs,
pushing an instrument aside.
Caddie Winger closes her eyes
and repeats to herself:
“Be calm but firm and confident,
set limits and stick to them,
fair and consistent boundaries 
help children to feel safe.”

“You are a capable musician,
right now you just need to practice
and you will be fine.”
She finally says.
The child hands the instrument to her:
“You play,”
Suddenly she is tense and needs to run away.
“The lesson is over today.”
“It is time to visit our wacky Grandmother,”
she pats a little ball of fur,
he looks at her with a mischief in his eyes.
She pointed at him crossly:
“No Finney, you are not going to chase old folks around,
come here, at once.”
Caddie follows him down the road
towards the ‘Wake House’.
“What would Christopher, our dog trainer, say,
he loved you more than me.”
She stops exhausted watching his tail
disappearing quick.
Her boyfriend’s words,
who dumped her just few days back,
rings in her ears
and makes her feeling sick:
“An animal is such a pure thing,
it’s get no motivation except to be with you,
and you know it. 
It breaks through.”
Christopher would lecture her constantly:
“ Bring him to your Nana’s home,
and you will see,
old folks start talking,
first to Finney,
then to each other.
The dog unlocks memories.
Everybody has a story – all of a sudden,
there is a community.”
She patts her tummy bitterly:
“I have the story to tell, Christopher Fox,
but this one you don’t want to hear.”

She approached a Maryland home
for the elderly.
Its peeling walls reflect the remembrance of things past.
Nan and her friends there 
have aches and pains
and problem with short-term memory
she sees them struggling with old age
against the fading of the light.
This house illuminates life.
Caddie prepares her blank paper and pen,
individuals inside,
like civilizations, 
like nations
are the sums of their history.

As we grow older
we accumulate
so much of experience 
and memory.
It is as though,
we were walking on stilts,
that grew even longer.
It becomes hard
to keep our balance on top.
At last
we can no longer hold…

Caddie enters the empty hall,
she can hear Finney’s bark and someone’s laughter
in a further corridor.
Three photographs on the wall 
near the entrance door
were of Thea Barnes,
new resident 
over 60 years old.

She was much younger
on the first shot,
and middle-aged in the second.
The shape of the face
has changed only slightly
but the sense of the person
has evolved profoundly.
From the gaze of a girl,
who does not quite know,
what life will bring,
to the woman’s wry smile,
who already has answers to questions about life.

In the third photograph,
it is hard
not to feel
that the woman in her old age
already
had a rather gaunt and brittle air
and strangely faraway gaze
as though beholding 
the approach of death.

Thea appears in front of her,
in a colorful blouse,
with outstretched arms,
a kind and beautiful smile
playing on her lips:
“Come on my lost daughter,
give me a kiss.” 
Caddie laughs 
hugging her tightly:
“I wish you be my mum.”
Thea winks at her 
laughing lightly:
“We can still pretend, follow me
I show you something.”
She gets hold of Caddie’s hand
pulling her behind up the stairs.
“That’s the thing with today’s retirees,
you don’t always look and act your age.”
Caddie says out of breath.
“Just because I’ve retired from work,
doesn’t mean I’ve retired from life,
my precious girl.”
Thea pushes her up front 
on a secret porch
on a roof of the house.
A gentle summer rain 
falls out of sky.
They take their top off
and dance
while the outline 
of the town
below
slowly disappears 
from their view
in an approaching dusk.

“You won’t hear me deny,
that life is scary.”
Thea shouts:
“But so is avoiding it.
You can set yourself free
anytime you like.”

At the end of that week,
Thea dies.

“We are born, we exist and we cease to be,”
Her Nan patted her cheek
with her hands smelling of paint and clay
she continued to work on life size Thea’s figurine.
“Is she naked?” 
She asks alarmingly,
“Life is short, you only get one, 
and if you waste it worrying what other people think,
you are idiot, Caddie Winger.”
Her Nan shouts angrily.
Then she just adds, sadly
looking at her own frail, blue-veined hands:
“We are concerned with trying to find eternal youth,
our beauty after death is longer lasting,
because we get rid of all the things we don’t need,
I will call this piece: ‘Purity’.”

Caddie doesn’t know what to say.
Finally she hugs her frail hunched frame
and whispers to her ear: “I love you Nan.”
She wants to leave 
when Nan suddenly 
get hold of her sleeve:
“Thea was born in this house,
she was the last member of the Wake family,
did you know?”
Caddie stops,
listening to her croaky voice
and nods sadly:
“It was me who told you, my dear Nan,
yesterday and the day before,
every day,
you just forget,
everything,
again and again.”
“Not everything,”
Nan shook her head,
“My humble beginning
and approaching end,
my childhood years,
aging and dying,
what a strange combination
of commonplace and extraordinarity.”

97 years old Mr. Lorton
waves at her from his room,
she lays down her paper and pen
as he starts about his history:
“I like being alive. I love it more, not less,
the older I get.
I am still a dashing young man
under all these wrinkles,
I am still burning bright
and everything is still a mystery,
to me.”
Caddie thinks about Christopher,
their last night together,
they had just made love and she felt so tender inside,
he just pulled he into his arms and soon after
he’d fallen asleep,
that’s when she’d said it:
“What about love Mr. Lorton?”
He laughed,
a croaky and dry laugh:
“I always thought I would end up a bachelor,
I never meet a girl, who could put up with me,
or else me with her. Well, I had to wait for long,
but one day it changed. I met someone down to earth,
and kind of heart who was thinking a little bit better
of me than I deserved…”
Caddie watched him expectantly:
“She is dead, my girl, I lost everything, my old world,
the world righted itself and all I had to do was learn
to life in it without her.”
She had cried a little and Mr. Lorton had seen her tears,
but he’d only smiles his toothless smile:
“Once you will, again, 
like all of us before,
fall in love,
look for someone with soft nature and heart…
true love is a fragile, rare thing.”



“You didn’t have to be alone to be lonesome.”
Henry Magill the youngest resident,
just about her age said to her,
when they smoke pot
in her backyard.
“I know how it feels to be invisible…”
He interrupted her:
“My limbs are broken, I can barely walk,
I have friends,
one is aphasic and profoundly deaf,
another one is autistic. 
They have accepted, just like me,
that we may sit in a room of people,
but we are not part.
We have learnt to have patience,
to wait,
until one of these people
will face us and speak clearly,
ask us what we think,
without frustration,
they may never fully understand our problems
but we wish they would accept us as we are…”
86 years old Colonel patted Magill on his knees:
“I am not longer able to hear with clarity and ease,
I too slowly drift away from the rest, 
accepting their chatter,
but knowing that,
were I to attempt to be part of it,
I would be a self conscious burden.
What empathy does our community have with the disabled, with the elderly?”

Caddie thought for herself:
How it must be to live with disability
with terminal illness
how being old must be?
You try to go on what you have,
but you can never really forget.
The dire nature of your condition
lay on top of everything
like a heavy wet trap.

She looked up at the sky.
Does it feel like things are changing?
The wind picked up,
smelling of rain and earth.
It blew a lock of Caddie’s hair 
in her face.
Magill stroke it away
with his fingers.
In the same smooth move
she slipped her arm
around Magill’s broken waist:
“Getting late, should we go?”
He shook his head:
“Half of what ails us comes from keeping a secret.”
Caddie took his hand and led him inside.
They stretched comfortably on her bed.
She loved lying beside all those nocks and crooks,
pointy corners of his broken body.
She felt like a lucky little boat,
safe and snug in a calm, peaceful bay.
Caddie has found her home port.
“Time is right to tell me the story of your accident.”
She said in a soft exhale of breath.

“You can’t hear anything but wind during free fall,
but once you open your canopy,
everything is dead quiet.
It was a perfect day. 
Blue sky and white clouds.
Waiting for your turn to jump is always the hardest.
There were nineteen of us 
packed like sardines
on the twin-engine.
We were second to last.
Me and my girlfriend, 
who didn’t survived.
Then we jumped.”
Their faces were very close,
she could see specks 
of her own reflection
in the blue of his eyes.
His lashes came down.
Her image disappeared.
“ I wish I could heal you,”
she said with a sigh.
“Thea told me, that I can never be forgiven,
I can only forgive myself.
Tonight I did.”

This story speaks directly to us,
to our lives, to our situations,
while at the same time 
appearing
to belong to a distant
future,
to our future…

This story evokes
the toll that time
takes on our bodies
and on youthful 
part of us,
but it is not all about
the inevitable 
approaching
of mortality.
There is also 
consolation
in the continuation
of the cycle of life
beyond our own 
finitive
existence
and wisdom
to be found
in that acceptance.

After all,
we all end up
in a Wake House,
once….

Patricia Gaffney : The Goodbye Summer

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