Sandcastles


Actually, although the Cooks River is unfit for swimming now, and may still be the most polluted waterway in Australia, we do have a beach of sorts. A little bit of sand only about 15 metres wide in a curve of land between mangrove patches. A few years ago it was always littered with Coke bottles, discarded homemade bongs, bits of toilet paper and the occasional car tyre, but lately it's been much cleaner... and last week, on a day I left work early and took a long walk after hearing an old friend was dead, here's what I saw:





5 comments:
That's lovely! I enjoy your blog, as a new Newtownian (US transplant)
Wouldn't it be lovely if the river were clean enough to swim in again someday? I suppose it could happen.
oh, and i love "Fedeterreana"! (sp?) I'm stoked to finally have a word for that aesthetic.
alice
http://www.flickr.com/photos/aliceblue/
Red and black!
What? The Yarra is the most vile river in the world! Don't take that away from us.
Well I think a little walk after hearing bad news like that and perhaps a sit down in some remote area is the best way to commemorate someone. The worst thing is an audience. And your sequence of photos has significance for me, although I'm not sure why. It could be like something shown to you for encouragement, at exactly the right time.
Thanks RH,
Yes I must admit it did seem a little like a message at the time.
I really enjoy these takes on Marrickville, her special secrets and wonderful people.
A true pleasure to read!
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