I went for a drive to Bendigo and found this place. It was really eerie. Dead still, quiet, ominous white cloud. Nothing cheery about it. Just a huge rusting bucket dredge and an old drag line, both used on the goldfields, abandoned several decades ago.
It never ceases to amaze me how people can consider themselves so entitled that they can just leave their junk lying around to rust without any consideration for the environment left behind.
Hands learn more than minds do
Hands learn how to hold other hands,
how to grip pencils and mold poetry
How to tickle pianos and dribble a basketball
and grip the handles of a bicycle
How to hold old people, and touch babies
They’re the maps and compasses in which we navigate our way through life
Sarah Kay, American Poe