This is Buddy. He is well named. He was my Dad’s horse and he used to follow Dad everywhere. Dad would be working in the shed and there would be Buddy standing right next to him. Buddy is an Australian … Continue reading
I live four kilometres from the confluence of the Page and Isis Rivers. Less as the crow flies. I pass within 500 metres of it every time I drive either to or from home. As the recently published report, Hunter … Continue reading
I saw him this afternoon. And he saw me.
We’ve been away from the farm for 17 days, only got home late the other night. The next morning I found only 4mm of rain in the gauge; and I found this. I know who’s been on my front step … Continue reading
In both, the graves seem to extend above the ground. Dirt within a barrier of Armco. Air within an open metal casket, stood resolutely on bare dirt. A disconcerting DIY aesthetic…Someone has made these in great sadness in their shed.
Heterotopia is a concept of real spaces of otherness conceived by the philosopher Michel Foucault. The Gundy Cemetery is a fair way out of town. An almost two kilometre drive out on Merrimuka Road, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded … Continue reading
Adjoining paddocks beside the New England Hwy, on the edge of Muswellbrook. That’s the first above, you’ll find the second below. I love this old tank stand and these old stockyards. But I guess their days are numbered… Turn and … Continue reading