Sunday, October 26, 2008

Marybyrnong River




At European settlement this was named the Saltwater River as it is tidal so far upstream. Is lazy and flat close to the bay but within twelve kilometers it is flowing through fantastic gorges that it has carved through ancient volcanic rock.



The Living Museum of the West

This is a surprising history resource nestling at the foot of a river cliff on the banks of the Marybyrnong. Highpoint shopping megafauna sits on top of the cliff. The drive down to the river through Pipemakers is a journey through the industrial revolution, several different factories have blotted the riverside since European settlement. This museum has the oral records of this site and many other records of people in Melbourne working and living here.

The North Wind

Hot, dry full of dust. I can remember one New Year's Eve, a reasonable day until the wind came from the north. For the next seven hours it was like talking to a blast furnace. Then just before midnight, the wind dropped, so did the temperature, by a reasonable eight degrees. Then the wind swung south. A further twelve degrees went, all in the space of ten minutes.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Celebration of Giddy!

Its giddy time in Melbourne. Giddy girls, giddy up horses, so many flowers, leaves and seeds flying around. Hayfever eyes for some, the season of fascinators or big hats. I saw a straw hat on DVD that I lust for. A straw topper! Melbourne seems to lose its reserve around the horsetrack. Very elegant looking men and women can look very much the worse for wear after standing in the sun knocking back racetrack refreshments.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Winter

The wind changes, it talks to your joints with harder arguments. It feels dark. Lights reflected in rainfall puddles are always welcome. Sharp blue sky days, both calm and blusters. A time to appreciate layers and the magic of warmth and light.

Brighton - In a Sleeping Bag

During my first winter in Melbourne I lived in a Brighton mansion as part of a well organised commune. I worked by day for a media firm on advertising, multimedia and arts projects. At night I would catch the train back to dinner for sixty, social catchup and then retire to my room. It contained my clothes and a borrowed sleeping bag.