Photo Death.

Sucking in my last lungfuls of air before an avalanche cuts off both by oxygen and the route to freedom. Sheer walls surround me, each one a solid, heavy block. One false move and I’m a goner. Gingerly I edge my way through the danger zone, past soft piles and hard walls. Where do I start digging? I have to make my way through this. Somehow. … More Photo Death.

Doomsday – is there any point to prepping? Or will we be…

Doomsday Preppers are an…interesting lot. I reckon maybe they have a few kangaroos loose in the top paddock.
I’m just sayin’, when Supreme Grand PooPah Kim-Jong Un shoots his ballistic missiles at someone because they won’t say he invented Gangnam Style dancing, I’m betting there won’t be a enough time for a conversation around the dinner table about which backpack to take. … More Doomsday – is there any point to prepping? Or will we be…

The Wedding

Her best friend is smiling, the car waits outside.
Her heart is a-flutter, she feels like a bride.
Last photos are taken, last ‘good lucks’ are said,
then father and bridesmaid take the bride to be wed. … More The Wedding