70 Secrets

Two fella's in the bush. Hunting for each other. One with a silver head, one with the black.

"I know that fella'!" the black-headed fella' thought to himself while observing the movements in the bush, years back, and centuries ago. He saw that silver-headed man who was limping on one of his legs, out there, making his way through the bush, and through the red dirt, being all scratched and bruised from the passing landscapes of this insatiable, dry, inner lands of Queensland's.

On the left side of the silver-headed man's leather belt, there was a big hunting knife, all shiny, silver, and clean as new. With a horn carved hold, in a leather bolt, just next to his colt, ready to be fired.

"I better not approach him straight." was black-headed's second thought, "but I want to say hello to this fella." he thought cautiously.

And by the next move the black fella' sneaked into the bush too, with his long, black, highly spiked spear, thus spotting the blind spots, and approaching cautiously, and always from behind, to sneak up, behind the object of his prey.

Two fella's in the bush. Hunting for each other. One with a silver head, one with the black. And the sun was scorching hot above the remnants of the broken bush-land, high above the ashes, remnants of the recent burns, and high above the eucalyptus. That was way above the dried out, knife sharp grass ..

And so, the story continues..

We were invited to join John's 70th celebration at the Secrets at the Lake, Baroon Pocket Dam, Montville QLD, which we attended on the first weekend in September. It was an utter pleasure to be there and to meet John's extended family. Thank you dear John for being such a wonderful fella'. And sorry again that I was late, 'as usual', as they say, and more than academically 🙂