Gerrit Photography a stone face your blind soul is fixed behind the wall of glass level and dressed in the webbed music locked in your system my sighs outside spin kick bust and trump the reflection mess yet for you inside I am less than a mirage a reflection my visit does not exist
all the mystique and glamour and flashy photos spewed like sticky honey from the relentless Hollywood marketing machine cannot compete with the passing of time tastes and stardom move on just like your fancy doll's house for your fancy doll abandoned buckling to the ravages of loveless dust while I stand and I see and I conquer and this ordinary smug doll moves on
I remember the day we decided to go far south
far far south south of the mainland south to an island we found a piece of valley paradise by a river hugged by mountains our island legs were not too steady do you remember one icy morning when your boots leaked with ice and in the near distance you saw your first tiger snake? that ice saved you from moving too fast and do you remember when we decided to have some music in the gardens we bought a large tent with a fancy fringe hired a quintet and sent out invitations to everyone any one and hardly a soul replied then the night before the day of island days it rained rain turned into a wild early morning thunderstorm sleep eluded us but next morning the sun glowed the garden glowed and colourful cars a tribe of colourful cars carefully meandered up our muddy driveway our home was humble with a home-made feel but our views were grand our lake fringed with magical spruce danced with Merlin our platypus Dry's Bluff rang with sunset colour our mini rainforest spun Celtic questions do you remember why it was we wandered away?
