Another Country Diary
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19 March '02
|20 March '02|
morning light at this time of the year is so... photographable (Duh!).
It's probably because we're up earlier, 'Oh so this is what dawn looks
like!'. We're still a few days away from dropping daylight saving. It's
been harder to get up in the dark but we've had a string of early starts
to practice on. Jan has had a commercial shoot, Kate has to be roused for an
early Uni start and then our house guests wanted to head of early 'to
miss the rush'. I took these pictures this morning after Jan left for
work and before I sat at the computer for the rest of the day.
The two tree ferns at the front gate
have responded to some extra water. A leaking yard tap that has meant
the sprinkler head on the hose has been just dripping into their centres,
and gets swapped around when I remember. It's almost been enough excuse
not to fix the tap because they've been growing so well. You can see why
the curled heads are called 'fiddlebacks' on some US. varieties. That's
green violins to us.
|24 March '02|
always liked the story about how the American Indians always had the
fastest runner in the tribe bring in the ears of corn from the fields to
the cooking pot. They knew that as soon as the corn is picked, the
process of turning the sugar into starch begins. That's why sweet corn
that sits for days in the supermarket, even when wrapped in plastic,
doesn't taste as good as fresh corn picked just before cooking.
Now I don't want to blindly accept that
you can taste this change if it's just a matter of a 'pick to pot' time
of a few hours. But without rigorous scientific testing, I'll just say
that I've never had sweet corn as tasty as it is fresh from our own garden.
And the kids are the biggest fans and consumers at this time of the
year. It's become a standard joke, 'stand back, corn coming through' and
we talk about what a challenge it will be to get to the pot when we become
geriatric Indians in a walking frame.
|25 March '02|
and I call them 'Bungendore's sons'. As in "there goes another
Bungendore son", when we see a car with only one headlight heading
to or from the town. Sometimes when we see them on one of the other
roads around the area, it's a call of '"Wrong way, go back!"
or "gee, there's a son a long way from home".
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What is it that increases the number of local cars with one headlight? Is it just the fact that they don't drive a lot at night and never notice the light is out? Or perhaps it's that their high beam is ok (so necessary for kangaroo spotting that it's always checked) and they don't drive on low beam much? Toss in some older cars driven by the young people in town who obviously can't afford a regular service or repairs, and I think that maybe it's a mix of all of the above.
Of course they might not be just Bungendore's sons, they could also be Bungendaughters. Whatever the reason, it's one more small town phenomena to record for the archive.
|26 March '02|
an absence of industrial walls, billboards or train carriages in a small
town, which leads to there being fewer displays of spray-painted graffiti
'tags'. Sure there's a few beginner's versions around, but defacing
tends to be of the kind that scratches 'I LUV JULIE' into the new
concrete panel on our footpaths.
In the last few days, on the roads into town, we've seen how our repressed rural youth are seeking their personal expression. I'm assuming 'youth' because it can only be someone who doesn't pay for their own tyres who could afford to lay down these examples of intricate multi-layered rubber art.
While we elevated some of the New York urban graffiti artists to fine art status, I don't know if the Woodworks Gallery is ready for a Blue Poles sized slab of wall mounted asphalt. I also doubt that the Yarrowlumla council has a plans for a curator of road art, but we need someone now who is sufficiently canny to pull of the sale of an unsigned example like the above. It's clear to me that it's a candidate for gallery exhibition. It could be promoted as 'a fresh tribal statement of the gasoline culture of burn-outs, chirpies and small town aimless evenings'. Although there are multiples in different locations by the same 'school', showing strong stylistic similarities (the twin parallel line motif is strikingly obvious), I suggest it would be a bargain at around a couple of million dollars. That should pay for the new sections of road just fine.
And since I thought of it first, I want a commission.
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