Last light in Horsham. It’s hot. And it’s the T&G building soaring above the plain.
The Ascension attended by adoring container handlers. Once Batman’s Swamp, once the site of Dudley Mansions, once something else entirely. Now the view across to Footscray from Sassy’s restaurant.
Our friend Rikie Rupert on the Old Ghost Road, one less travelled, in the South Island of NZ. Marty, Rikie’s husband’s photo.
Chiara’s party, the photographer.
Photographing a bourek, a bourek! in the Queen Vic market.
A wedge-tailed eagle flying over the outskirts of Penshurst with the Grampians mistily in the background. From the top of Mount Rouse, one of the Western District’s noble volcanic cones.
One edge of Australia’s largest wattle seed farm. 70 acres/ 30 hectares of plantings, maturing quite quickly as acacias do. Wattleseed? ‘Wattleseed must be considered the unsung hero of Australian native foods, as it is a very rich source of protein. Since the 1970s, Wattleseed has been grown in Africa to provide protein to drought-affected populations. It is a low glycaemic food, which releases its sugars slowly and can be used by people with diabetes to help maintain blood sugar levels. Wattleseed also contains high concentrations of potassium, calcium, iron and zinc. Wattleseed has a nutty, roasted coffee aroma, with touches of sweet spice, raisins and chocolate. It has a savoury, nutty, wheat-biscuit flavour. Mount Napier, another of those wonderful cones, in the background.
Harvesting wattleseed as practiced at Tarrington has delectably basic elements. After putting your tarp underneath, you hit the tree with an aluminium pole. On the right day, at the right temperature, with the right humidity, the pods full of seed will drop. The tarps are dragged off to the seed cleaner into which the crop is fed. The result from this process is about 80 percent seed. The pile of empty pods is here in front of us. This machine, straight out of a Thomas Hardy novel, is about 60 years old but the staff of Arborline know a good thing when they see one.
Strathalbyn is 14 kms from the Langhorne Creek wineries, one reason for going there. But there are others. Two of them are the Strath Motel and breakfast at the Hammer ‘N Tongs. This startlingly verdant memory of England sits in the middle of a flat brown plain.
Playing golf in California. Obviously not my photo. But there must be a message here somewhere.
Twin-subjecter, Thomas Hirschhorn, in the Gallery of South Australia
First performance of three generations of dancers: 43, 70 and 14, all caught just at that moment when you’re required to close your eyes. They opened them a little later. (Ann Harkin specials at the Footscray Festival)