thursday sept 13, moving day’s finally here – removalists shawn, mal and paul had
the truck loaded and gone by 11, so sunny and i hit the road.
We stayed the night in Mildura with Julie and Kevin
from the art vault – they’re so kind,
we had a huge barbecue dinner with visiting artists, then fell into bed
early.
my last reflection pic of the brighton baths,
now my water photos will be the river through the seasons
friday sept 14
Well it’s Saturday morning, the sun’s just come up so it’s shining
on the river outside my bedroom window. There are cormorants down on the logs
at the bottom of the garden – out in the water at the river bank there are
exposed trees that have fallen.
Every day there are egrets, herons, darters and cormorants there and
wendy tells me that kingfishers
will arrive in october. Can’t wait
– I’ve never seen one in the wild.
this beautiful arch of wisteria and roses is outside my bedroom window, river behind it.
Sadly there are some feral cats around and loads of
rabbits, but there’s a good fenced area where I can have a vegie garden.
Yesterday sunny and I decided we need a decent sized
ladder so it was off to bunnings in Mildura. We drove past
Aroundagain (the huge charity shop at the tip) and before we knew it the
back of the car was full – four outdoor chairs, a banana lounge and a groovy
tweed buttoned swivel chair, $20
the lot! No room for a
ladder, but we’ve found one so it’ll be a return trip to bunnings tomorrow, perhaps
another sausage in bread :0) who can walk past those guys
out the front?
stacks more to unpack today - but it all feels so right, this place
is so serene and beautiful, I can’t believe I’m living here.
Okay so this is my third day on the river. I feel as
though I’ve been here forever -
it’s definitely home. Sunny and I have ripped down the vertical blinds,
the dark dirty awning that blocked views of the treetops, pulled up the old grey
vinyl in the back room to reveal dark terracotta coloured lino in good nick.
I had my first visitors – Julie arrived with the
artists in residence at the art vault – tony amineiro and susan barron.
Had my first mini tragedy – a tiny dead bird, to be
identified when I find my bird book (there are about 15 boxes of books to be
unpacked). It was quite young and still warm, I think it had been attacked by
the myna that was fluttering around it.
So now it’s wrapped in the freezer for martin king – maybe it will be immortalised in one of his haunting images
of found birds .
sunny cooked dinner, huge yabbies with two dipping sauces, local wines and magnums for dessert, how debauched.
left - the hostess wearing one of my collection of 50's aprons - they'll have to become etchings one day
left - the hostess wearing one of my collection of 50's aprons - they'll have to become etchings one day
Jen and rob have arrived for a few days, they’ll be a huge help and it’ll be great to
have them here.
We’ve had the paddle steamers from the 100 years of
steam celebration in wentworth
going through the loch and past the house – that wonderful sound of the old
horns echoing up the river.
Sunny’s flown home after four days of working on the
house, unpacking, pulling down awnings, we’ve pulled out the old air
conditioner– the house is opening up and looking great; still full of boxes but we’re ploughing
through them.
