A Red Tail Black Cockatoo peels away to the left as I smile at its rare beauty.
I load up in Bunbury and point the truck towards the south, I'm coming home.
The sun light dappled road is strewn with the days carnage. Kangaroo and wallaby carcass compete with swirling green blue feathers never to soar again. Lizards and snakes discarded like tyres bleed into the road.
10kms east of Frankland the wide straight road inscribed with skid marks sounds a fearful warning. A car crashed wrapped around an unforgiving tree.
Fingers drawn through window dust spell out "Driver OK".
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My heart is in my mouth knuckles white from the wheel long after I step safely from the cab at my home by the sea.
3 comments:
Oh man, I know those white knuckle drives. Its days like that you want a big fuck off truck. Carnage does tend to inspire of decent sense of your own mortality hey?
Yeah, I was expecting a few bodies in the car I photographed.... but there wasn't even any blood sprayed on the interior..
When I have experienced this type of event myself it really brings home a sense of humanity, how disturbed I feel that someone else might be suffering. Always surprises me how much I still care about strangers. Very reassuring too.
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