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A Diary of Place: ’92 Days of Winter’ Polaroid Portraits

Posted on October 4, 2021September 2, 2024 by Rees Quilford

Sketch #4: 92 days of Winter

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154 degrees southeast

‘Adrift in shallow waters: 92 days of winter’ mixed media essay

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Sketch #1: Digital map narratives
Sketch #2: Image/text place-based vignettes
Sketch #3: Layered place-based amalgams
Sketch #4: 92 Days of Winter
Sketch #5: Imprecise Speculation on the Happenings of the Bunurong Coast
Sketch #6: Trails in the Ground
Sketch #7: Bunurong Coast Ruminations, including Towards Respectful & Informed Visitation

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Acknowledgement of Country

This work was developed on the unceded lands and waterways of the Boon wurrung and Woi Wurrung language groups of the Kulin Nations. Much of the fieldwork, including visitation, writing and documentation, was undertaken on the lands of the Bunurong/Boonwurrung people.

The Bunurong/Boonwurrung people are the first storytellers of these lands. Their sovereignty was never ceded. This is, and always will be Aboriginal Land.

I respectfully acknowledge the Ancestors and Elders, past, present and emerging.

In terms of my position as a visitor on those lands, I state my lineage and purpose. I am Rees Quilford. I am a fourth-generation settler of Welsh-Irish descent. I am a writer, communications professional and a PhD candidate with RMIT University.

I was born and currently live on Bunurong/Boonwurrung land. I try to tread lightly, understand my place and listen to what it’s telling me.