@ Lady Bay, SA
We were up at the Estuary late afternoon, and Sam took these excellent photos on his phone camera (electronic devices can be useful, now and then).
You can see that recent storms have lowered the river bed by some six or seven feet – and unearthed a slumbering giant, hidden for as long as I can remember.
But maybe, after all, it was cast up on the king tide.
By mid-December it will have vanished.
like me the sea creature
from who knows where
dreaming of summer
These sturdy beachposts were installed half a century ago, to protect the adjacent shack (long vanished) from the high tides of winter. Now, they have assumed a life and purpose of their own.
I took the photos immediately below in 2015, using my ancient camera and ancient technology..
A few weeks back, not long after a full-moon storm, Sam photographed the same beachposts. As you can see, there has been a massive shift of sand north and/or south – and possibly offshore. By mid-summer, the posts will be half-buried once again.
Acacia pendula: rescued (with permission) from a local wood pile.
Hard as Lignum Vitae; heavy as lead; riddled with hairline fractures; difficult to saw by hand; blunts chisels; (almost) impossible to carve.
In short, a perfect choice for the Boatshed.
‘Degraded’ is scarcely an adequate description: more like ‘scorched earth’.
The seedlings are Coastal Wattle (Acacia sophorae) – ground cover to follow.
It is a start.
Slow going. Plenty of time to reflect on what might be….
I began with a general idea of Ark – but this wood has ideas of its own. My job is to keep it simple; remain open; work with the limitations.
I suppose it is a sort of freedom.
Perched at the edge of the dunes, these ‘tiny homes’ are perfect examples of ‘small is beautiful’. During the 50’s and 60’s they formed part of a thriving shack community. Of course, they vanished long ago – casualties of who knows what….
still they drift across
sun moon in search of
kindly faces
Photos courtesy of Luke Hopton.
