Merri Creek August 2004 |
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A story & pictures about some time sitting by a creek |
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Time by the creek was to be spent enjoying moments. One at a time. This page is divided into those moments. | |
04.08.04 |
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sitting by the river, dreaming, drawing. Dreaming of a spunky new man. Drawing some river things. | |
A wall that was to be a blue grotto | Some things from the creek |
The city consists of relationships between measurements of its space and the events of its past: The height of a lamppost and the distance from the ground of a hanged usurper's swaying feet, the line strung from the lamppost to the railing opposite and the festoons that decorate the course of the queen's nuptial procession. The height of that railing and the leap of the adulterer who climbed over it at dawn, the tilt of a guttering and a cat's progress along it as he slips into the same window; the firing range of a gunboat which has suddenly appeared beyond the cape and the bomb that destroys the guttering; the rips in the fish net and the three old men seated on the dock mending nets and telling each other for the hundredth time the story of the gunboat of the usurper, who some say was the queens illegitimate son abandoned there in his swaddling clothes there on the dock | |
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11.08.04 |
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blue plans became a fork with film. | |
Later, a pond was formed inside my boots on the way across the creek to wrap rocks in reflective fabric tape | |
18.08.04 |
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Skipped school with the nice new man and ate a sandwich by the sea. The sea smelt good. It was rough and beautiful. Missed the creek, but we were by the ocean. | |
25.08.04 |
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Nice new man visited for lunch, stayed to sit by the creek making blue things. A geodesic dome or a soccer ball? The question for my blue things was always the same: now what are you making cathy? | |
Ripples were reflected under bridge, captured on disc | |
26.08.04 |
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a quiet day on site. But something red appeared, breaking the blue hoodoo. A man rode past then rode back. He wanted to know when he could join in. maybe one day. | |
A hole out of the earth with a hole in it from the thing that the hole was dug for. | |
A void, painted red. | |
27.08.04 |
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the site became frantic with kids making art. Mysteries were solved with the children being the creative elves that had caused sculptures to appear. Girls flocked to the pieces of lace. Something about those holes with material around them I suppose. | |
Shadows, reflections and white lines. Recurring again and again. | |
© content and images Cathy Parry 2004 | |
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