Carparks and frivolous placemaking?
Trailing the dog, I jog into the beach side carpark in the early autumn dusk. The place is typical of Bass Coast’s remote beaches, a secluded patch of gravel cut into the scrubby dunes.
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Month: August 2017
From the heath on the ridge
Rain cloud rainbow / Blue white, blue grey, blue black / Crows picking through bracken fields. A view from the ridge at Wreck Beach Farm.
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Overlooking scrubby paddocks and an unsettled past
Observing from a tin shed overlooking scrubby paddocks and an unsettled past, I have come to see the realms of the past and the present as inherently entwined. The past informs the present, but the present is also always changing the past.
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Rewilding Wreck Beach Farm
Fences delineate once-open plains, tracks and trails have been tarred, diesel fumes catch on the breeze, trees have been felled and burnt, and ‘for sale’ signs accompany the front gate of every second property.
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Clutching a hopeful sky
An image/prose speculation on standing amongst a thicket of Tee tree on Wreck Beach Farm.
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