Nothing More Come world, give. I ask nothing more than to live without destroying -so give world. Clappin', slappin' so it seems, searching for answers to the moments when living is no more than a shadow Snare those sneers! Whose heart beats stronger or has more right to beat? And when the wind blows it moves all - or so it seems. Earth breathing making shadows dance. And who dare call the Platypuss an outcast? Whose doing the judging? And what is there to judge? Thumpty, thump, thump. What you make, and what you take, and what you are -Is it the player? Or the role? Come world, give. I ask nothing more. - Tom Davenport Photography by Geof. N. Nessossis