Monday, November 08, 2010
It is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye.
Even dead trees have been reduced to begging. This one is doing well. Tahune Air Walk, September 2010.
The little gold coins are two dollars, the slightly larger one’s one dollar. In the main, I can spot fifty and twenty cent pieces. There must be a few hundred dollars there, at least! I’d happily tolerate a few nicks and bruises if it meant that I was a few hundred off each day. Obviously, if you do spot me in the street and do wish to throw money at me, notes might be a better bet.
Fifties or hundreds are especially welcome, but I shan’t turn my nose up at fives, tens or (heaven forbid) twenties.
I’m very good like that.