If we were not so singleminded about keeping our lives moving, and for once could do nothing, Perhaps a huge silence might interrupt this sadness of never understanding ourselves and of threatening ourselves with death.
–Pablo Neruda (as translated by Stephen Mitchell)
Photo taken with my iPhone in the small town of Budgewoi 112 kilometres north of Sydney.
Kelly and I were walking back to our hotel from dinner, crossing a wooden bridge I looked out and noticed this father and son fishing off a jetty across the river. You can just see a very patient Pelican that floated expectantly awaiting any unwanted catches.