Holiday time at last, and a bit of a chance to reflect and put time into the writing. I’ve been working on a new essay for ‘Thylazine’ magazine about the changing nature of the landscape at the suburban margins. I drove around the edges the other morning, taking some photos, and taking in some of the images. One that took me was the small paling fence enclosed block of the first house in the new court, a kind of Shane-like pioneer family with the bright white washing waving bravely in the breeze while around was just the desolate places between suburban constructs and the old (but not ancient) farmland.
I hope to finish that essay this month, and a new bunch of poems, which I’ve shortlisted in my diary as ‘finish these or trash them forever’ so long have they been hanging around!