Another Country Diary
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|25 April '02|
Anzac Day in Bungendore is big. This year
it was very big. A large crowd was watching, a large group marching and
instead of just attending the service at the memorial in the park, I
followed the progress up to the lunch in the Memorial Hall.
Why is the event so well attended?
Well, at a time when every Anzac
parade around the country is becoming more popular each year we're no
different here. It's an amazing shift in the opinions of the people of
my generation who protested against Vietnam, are still strongly anti-war
and were part of the 'uncaring' public who made the Australian Vietnam
war vets suffer when they came home. Now all I see is people marching
that look like my father and grandfather, getting older and weaker and
deserving of our kinder thoughts. I'll still keep my anger for the
government of the time who sent us off to Vietnam, and I had friends
that were conscripted who went not understanding they had a choice.
Apparently (no-one knows when it
started or was formalised), the procedure is then always the same. Minus the
primary school kids, the pipe band leads the way from the oval to the
'top' pub, the Royal. Everyone stops for a beer or two and the band then
drums them out of the bar and they head off down the street to the
'bottom' pub where there is another drink stop. Some time later they all
weave their way to the Hall for some speeches and a sit down lunch
provided by the local women's auxiliary.
|27 April '02|
and Susan's daughter Emily, was married on Saturday in Sydney and we
were invited to attend. I offered to take some photos and create a
website as a wedding gift and they loved the idea.
When I was at photography school most
of us did weddings as a part time job, but I hadn't photographed a
dedicated wedding for oh, twenty years? And this time I was doing it for
pleasure. (I think that's how I'd always approached it because I
remember I had a string of referrals from one girl to another who liked
my 'candid' approach, back then.)
Is this a country diary?
|28 April '02|
course it is, because you always come home. On the way back on Sunday I
pulled to a stop just before the Mt Fairy Road turnoff, because I'd spotted
this group of deer. They were alert as soon as I stopped the car and when
I walked to the fence they were away as a group. There seemed to be
about 15 to 20 of them, some stags with large antlers. There were a
dozen or so in one group that I photographed, and they joined another few,
further away. Within twenty seconds they'd all gone. Jan thought that
they must be farmed but the way they were so wary of me makes me think
they're wild, and the fences were ratty and broken down and would never
have kept them in. I don't know who to ask as the next farmhouse was
My first encounter was last year when I saw one in the headlights crossing the road just outside of Bungendore. I assumed it was a goat because of the horns, but realised it was a deer. Again, one early morning I saw two bouncing away through long grass with their white tails up but didn't have my camera ready. Some months later (just before Christmas I saw two grazing outside of Tarago. That all adds up to wild ones for me. There's a photo of the Tarago ones on the page here.
|2 May '02|
pulls again, but this time I
took the train for my regular meeting. With the car in for a service ( the clutch is
'playing up'), I figured I'd still try to make an 11.00 appointment and
could be just a few
minutes late, and Countrylink delivered. I don't think I really like that
long train trip but I still like the idea of it, and that it is
available. It's certainly cheaper than driving with petrol, tolls and
There was fog until well past Bundanoon, and while that reduces appreciation of the wider landscape it brings small details into focus.
Like the mobs of kangaroos that always
are out towards the Mt Fairy Road (on the other side of the hill to the
deer above). Some just kept eating, the others
wheel away. They must see trains everyday, and never get attacked by
one, but still flee. A big old wedge tail eagle flapped away from the
trackside being harassed by half a dozen magpies. Then a confusion of
dark shapes on the phone line as parrots, when they were actually the
tall ceramic insulators with long spikes that had pulled free from the
wooden cross bars. They 'perched', suspended taut above it.
The Ladies (& Gents), Bungendore station. 7.20am and 9.50pm.