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An ungovernable world, a bike ride and a few pictures.

Been reading up on the climate change latest and “Go party like there’s no tomorrow”, would be considered advise for today’s young people. Basically the young of today have two choices, party and wait for death and disaster or find a way to scrub copious amounts of CO2 from the atmosphere and not forgetting they will also have to find a way to pay for the scrubbing the cost of which is estimated to be in the hundreds of trillions of dollars.

Not good news and the trouble with all these predictions is that they are made by scientists. People who are fenced into their area of expertise which do not necessarily include big picture views of the implications of their predictions. They are most often told to butt out of questions related to policy. An exception to this rule is professor James Hansen who is vocal on policy but unfortunately most of what he says falls on the death ears of politicians despite his well-founded warnings of economic collapse and the world becoming ungovernable. I would recommend everyone, especially if under middle-aged, read his papers, watch his videos and get angry.

Hansen’s website.

Other than imagining battles for survival, life in a cave and a world-wide shortage of sun lotion, I’ve not done much recently, brain not clicking into gear for some reason, and so went the other day for a mountain bike ride. Katoomba down to Woodford which is about twenty kilometres on the highway and then thirty kilometres off-road on “The Oaks” fire trail to Glenbrook. Not bad for someone whose license was canceled last month on the grounds of allegedly being too ill to drive a motorcar. No one worry though – I’m not dying yet – just doctors who misdiagnose, prescribe the wrong medication which did make me feel seriously ill and then are incapable of admitting they made a mistake when I recovered as a result of taking control of my own health. In any case I’m seriously thinking of cutting up my license so I can look my grandkids in the eye and say I did all I could to save them from starvation and world war three.

My mountain bike by the side of The Oaks firetrail in the Blue Mountains west of Sydney.

‘The Oaks’ fire trail – near thirty kilometres of sand, rocks and some awesome downhills. I’ve hit 68 kilometres per hour on this trail. Not bad for an old fella! LOL

Not doing as much as I’d like but have been taking pictures and experimenting with ways to get the effects I want – pretty dark I admit but that probably is just a reflection of my mental state. Below are two that are proving to be popular on photography websites.

Black and white photograph of graffiti and baby pram in back alley in Katoomba, New South wales, Australia.

 

Black and white photograph of paste up stuck on door in a back alley in Katoomba, New South Wales, Australia.

Blessings to all.

Lucky country and a few pics of a homeless friend.

We hear that a lot – that Australia is ‘the lucky country’. What’s lost is that Donald Horne who wrote the book of that name meant Australia is lucky in that it’s success is more due to good luck than good management. As he said, a first rate country run by second rate people and a recent example of that is the domestic supply of gas. Previous governments sold near all known reserves to Asia, amongst the world’s largest, and at a price so low that it would now be cheaper to buy Australian gas back from Japan than frack for more. New South Wales and Victoria have heaps of gas but the resistance of their rural communities to fracking is such that in the end the federal government had to ask the energy companies to please, please put a little aside for domestic consumption and not export the lot. I wonder how much that will add to local energy bills which are already ridiculously high and when combined with the equally ridiculous cost of housing will result in even more average families heading bills in hand to their local Salvation Army office.

Anyways… thought I’d share a few pictures I took a few years ago when and as some who have been accessing this blog would know, I was homeless and living in a tent in the bush. ‘Harmonica Mike’ was well known to backpackers who camped in the woods. Actually and given the tendency of the younger generation to post all and everything on social media, Michael had become a bit of an international celebrity with many wondering how in a country like Australia a man with a plethora of health issues could be left to live in a tent.

'Harmonica Mike' outside his tent in the Megalong Valley, New South Wales, Australia. Photograph by Paul Nyssen.

I said ‘don’t smile’ – Mike thought that was a crack up.

'Harmonica Mike' outside his tent in the Megalong Valley, New South Wales, Australia. Photograph by Paul Nyssen. 'Harmonica Mike' outside his tent in the Megalong Valley, New South Wales, Australia. Photograph by Paul Nyssen.