I started to write the words for this song when I was on the school ferry home to Dangar Island. Nothing has changed there really, same old chaos.
Kids On The Ferry, A Sprezzatura production featuring Dom Di Dato and Peter Horsam.
Copyright Horsam/Di Dato 2021
If you’ve ever lived on an island, you’ll have noticed the small weirdnesses that isolation brings. It gets a bit tribal somedays. After the recent fires and storms, the Dangaris went back to their old ways… building ritual sites out of the fallen timber.
These were ephemeral moai… gone in a few days. It’s getting chilly here and firewood is hard to come by.
Spotted today, a little bit of magic as I went to the shops. Seen from the Dangar Island ferry.
Some people tell me my life lacks porpoise.
Dangar Island, Australia
I live on an island without cars. Everything we need has to come across on the ferry. But… you ask, how do we get our shopping home? This is the family car round here, the wheelbarrow. Lined up just beyond the ferry shed, they’re practically a tourist attraction.
Dangar Island, Australia
This week, share a force of nature from your corner of the world.
This is very topical for me. Two weeks ago we had a ‘twenty year storm’ that happened at a time of high tides. The beach where I get some of my best photos got trashed. The lovely beach front houses lost over a metre of land. You can see where a rock wall has saved one garden. The rest look like a bulldozer has been through.
The Drifter does current affairs reporting. Dangar Island, NSW, Australia
Perspective…. images from my personal Mars Rover. A strange planet indeed.
Bradley’s Beach, Dangar Island. NSW. Australia
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