Port Arthur 1 Once the neck led to my holiday home, where the sand on a White Beach stared at a cold blue sea. Along the road was a Remarkable Cave where the angry ocean attacked a corroding corridor of rock ... I appear there still in a family snapshot, young and vulnerable, looking back, aghast, as water engulfs its outer reaches and surges toward me. Today I sit among the ruins, unphotographed.

Port Arthur 2 I lay in the roofless church staring up at blue. My breathing sounds like the sea. The sun warms my convict bones. I see flags flying high above the earth's atmosphere. Postcards from eternity.