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I have recently been back home in Northern NSW and had the opportunity to get some great sunset photos taken. These were taken late afternoon with the last of the light and this is a scene I have grown up with as the sunsets and sunrises are amazing there. Without further waffle here are the fantastic photos and a new post that has been a while coming!

Yes! kjwriteleft.com is finally getting a full overhaul and tune up when we move the site to joomla 1.6. The site currently operates on Joomla (an earlier version) and has had many things built into it, customised, etc etc so much so I can't remember exactly what I still need on the site. I will still of course have all of the same great content from this site, it will just move to a prettier and more functional home.

Many of us love to create in varying amounts and in varying mediums but the place to be at the moment for artists and art lovers seems to be the internet. While there is a lot of rubbish permeating around the ever expanding net there are refuges of creativity where you can find some wonderful hidden talent. So what is the best way for your own works to get noticed online?

Well the new year has already lost a month and the site is well on the way to averaging a thousand visitors a day. I have been looking forward to starting the new fresh and ready to do something new and the completion of the "Then I Passed" series has certainly gone a long way to doing that. So the big news on the site is the massive amount of photography and poetry now available.

Turn around the place you see

Through your hurried eyes

Step back a little, blink just once, to fully realise

The spot you stand will mark the end

A new beginning around that bend

Of light refracted flowing through

Our atmosphere made just for you

Passing over silent vista

Vast distances to cross

An unhurried man will match the pace

Of the uncertain landscape to travel down to see you,

In secret circumstances to stand alone, untouched, except by longing

Feelings emerge, as vessels, carry you away into the forbidden

Hidden love laid down its arms to lust

The soft crust of restrain now broken, pouring over soft skin

Like rain on tin the refrain of sin crosses beyond the known

Beyond the everyday,

Beyond death.

“You never should have come here”

How were you to know of the implications of the dangerous destination

Between those arms.