I'm Going Up in the World

Queen Kanga. The Big White Kangaroo. You'll know you've gotten to my town when you see my image elevated before you. I ask photograph me on my best side.

Behind me before a dense back drop of rain-filled clouds see evidence of a Flying Ship visitation to my people this early morning.

(No, it won't be air traffic. We so rarely have any I have not seen a plane overhead in the five years I have lived here. I'm stumped. Weirdest thing I've seen this side of the Black Stump, mateys. Only saw it when I loaded the images out of my phone.)