From the Ridge
Iteration #2
Continue readingA reasonable account of happenings that would otherwise go unrecounted
Iteration #2
Continue readingVersion #1 Landscapes of losswhy are we drawn to them? Why am I drawn to this place?To possess? To mourn?
Continue readingOld Jim Mac and his dog Pluto lived a long time in their cliff hut. Most folks took no notice
Continue readingShards of brown glass still litter the sandy tracks. Once jagged edges now worn smooth. Smashed to deter the curious,
Continue reading“We’re on the susso now,We can’t afford a cow,We live in a tent,We pay no rent,We’re on the susso now.”
Continue readingNews reports offered conflicting accounts of the conduct of The Artisan’s crew, the officers account reported by The Age suggested
Continue readingRiddled with game trials, worn by heifers, mares, wombats and wallabies. I pause by the ambling creek to admire the beautiful skeletal boughs.
Continue readingJohn Brown stands lonely
by a red gravel road.
Perched atop the dunes, I watched the light of a waxing crescent moon dance on dark waters.
Continue readingLee side of the dunes / where Jim McDonnell’s hut once stood / midafternoon the big blue looms overhead and behind.
Continue readingThis work was developed on the unceded lands and waterways of the Bunurong and Woi Wurrung language groups of the Eastern Kulin nations. Much of the fieldwork, including visitation, writing and documentation, was undertaken on the lands of the Yallock-Bulluk clan of the Bunurong people.
The Bunurong 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 Indigenous 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 land. I try to tread lightly, understand my place and listen to what it’s telling me.