Polaroid Diaries - The "Suburban Landscapes" Series

Winter Starts - Cold and Foggy.
Sunday, June 01, 2008, 7:51 PM

Dear Diary -

It's so cold,
It's foggy -
not just outside
I try to think
but there is nothing
distinct
that I can grasp
All I know is
this is
Winter...now
and I am nothing more
than a shadow
in the darkness...

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Vespa Mirror, Hosier Lane, Melb..
Friday, March 28, 2008, 6:15 PM

Dear Diary - Vespa...Beep! Beep! Look out behind...someone's creeping up on you...Vroom! Vroom! Beep! Beep!

Power.
Tuesday, October 02, 2007, 1:15 PM

Dear Diary - meccano to the sky; scaffolds and pediments transporting pulses of the city's lifeforce...

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Disappear into the Mist.
Saturday, July 21, 2007, 9:11 AM

Dear Diary - Cold mornings, misty atmosphere, walk far enough and you can disappear...

Flemington High Rise.
Sunday, May 13, 2007, 8:51 AM

Dear Diary - "...we are gathered together,
all our histories -
the baggage we carry...
suitcase on suitcase
box on box
layer of life
stacked in structures
pigeon holed
but not categorised..."

	A layercake of construction...steps laid out and pitted with windows, framing access to the inner, private worlds of those within...
	Seagulls and traffic blend together...parrots and sparrows can be heard constantly twittering in the background... Listen to a sound bite from this location... (*.mp3 format, 940KB)
	I can smell freshly cut grass and the slightly acrid aroma of piles of pigeon crap...
	The grass is soft and spongy under the feet of my tripod - but pigeon pooh sticks in the gaps...a soft breeze caresses my metallic surfaces...
	Mix a couple of handfuls of the pigeon shit that has built up over the years around here with the moist, freshly cut grass that covers the ground...brisky process in a food blender and you will get a hint of the tastes that linger here...it's not unpleasant...

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Under the Ribcage + Sky.
Sunday, May 13, 2007, 8:34 AM

Dear Diary - "...there is a darkness on the sky,
a shadow steals a corner of eternity...
between the clouds
pockets of blue
lay claim to my attention..."

	I can see the sky, tessellated with small, fractured clouds...between the clouds the blue is pure and intainted by the dirty brown haze one sometimes notices creeping in...the underside of the freeway (sometimes referred to as the ribcage) clips off the left hand corner of the shot...
	The sounds of passing traffic mingling with bird song and crow calls creates an ambience reminiscent of the soothing rhythms of the ocean...I close my eyes and pretend I am lying on a beautiful, sandy beach, being warmed by the sun... Listen to a sound bite from this location... (*.mp3 format, 940KB)
	It smells like mulchy chip bark and crushed bluestone...rock and vegetation mash...breath deep...mmmmmm...
	The bluestone rock are about the size of a clenched fist and make it difficult to set my tripod evenly...a bush that looks harmless attacks me with its hidden thorns and stings me with a surprising ferocity...
	A creek, constrained in its wanderings by concrete, flows close by and I catch the taste of its water blended with the soil, grass and bluestone of this location...