Imaginary Landscape

I never realised how many people there are in the world until I didn’t know where you were in it So many people with your name faces that looked like you but weren’t because I knew you’d changed It is easy to love the absent for they are always the same Yet when I found you amongst the world’s billions, the millions, the dozens in my life You were your memory – strong and true and you I need to rest my walking fingers that have trudged through countless phone books in your hands and report me as a missing person in your life Poetry & photograph © B A Saunders - All rights reserved

More roadworks - but who's been working on those clouds!? Originally uploaded by WindeBabe . My last trip to Eucla (5 May 2006) for a long time, probably. We were 'escorted' by clouds -- more and more as we headed east until it finally rained, when we were then greeted by rainbow after rainbow. It was a beautiful 900 km drive. (Those streaks occurred because I actually shot this through the windscreen.)