Lake Wilkie, NZ
“I cried a little, both before and after I took these. Thoughts hung suspended in the still air of the morning, threatening to gain too much reality and drop onto the mirror below.
Looking out over the lake, I found it hard to believe the things we as humans are still arguing about. I’d have to turn on the car radio at the top of the hour later the same day, just to confirm the news. Turns out everything is still real.
Mother Earth will have the final say. It will be an abrupt and emphatic “Right, off to bed without dinner.” Only dinner is access to clean air and water and bed could well be death or extinction.
I’ve half a mind to travel the world only to hang ‘caution tape’ and stick ‘fragile’ stickers to all the sign posts marking national parks, state parks and scenic reserves.
Maybe all anyone really needs is a dawn stroll to Lake Wilkie, thirty minutes return.”