Revelation

My job is making me sick.

It is not the endless office politics.
It is not stress or workload.
It is not the endless bitching.
It is not a lack of challenges.

I have no motivation.
I have no ambition.
I have no energy.
By the end of each day I feel sick.

It is working indoors.

Locked away each day in air-conditioned alienation, this windowless partitioned hell saps my spirit, slumps my will. Fluoresent nightmare of my waking, I was not built for this. Outdoor people should not be shut in.

How can you fly through unopenable windows?

The Great Escape

Pomona (powerlines discreetly removed)

A couple of weeks ago Alex and I headed out of the city on a mission to Cooloola National Park, where we took lots of photos and generally had a very good time. Well I've finally got the films developed and scanned in most of the pictures from the trip so I thought I'd post them up to share. After a (barely) coffee stop in Eumundi we headed on up to Pomona, one of my favourite hinterland villages. The above photo was the first image I ever saw of Pomona and it was love at first site. Take the road in from Cooroy to be greeted by the view of this sleepy rail-stop township nestled under Mount Cooroibah in the Noosa hills. From Pomona we headed in to Elanda Point on the southern tip of the national park.

Elanda Point is a leased camping area adjacent to the park proper. I first discovered it on a uni field trip to study kangaroo behaviour. The place is home to a large mob of grey kangaroos as well as some rather fat goannas. More famoulsy though, the park sits on the edge of Lake Cootharabah, a shallow, brackish water lake perfect for sailing, canoeing and just taking it easy.



Having purchased our $5 day pass we had to abandon our plans for a barbeque lunch in light of a $6 firewood fee. Just as well as some barbequeing Brits were fighting for their lunch with a large, hungry lizard! Lunch plans thwarted there was only one thing left to do: go for a walk. An old timber mill was situated on the lake and you can walk to the old ruins. There's precious little left to see, though, and to me the surrounding flora and fauna were much more interesting, though I'll let you decide for yourselves...


A banksia in flower

( Venture forth beyond the cut... )