Vale Joe. Thanks for the lift Mate!

One of the things I was really looking forward to; now that

the house is finished, the trip’s over and the knees have been done;

was to have Joe over for a jam.

 

That won’t happen now.

 

I met Joe, like many of us did:

virtually; then: In Real Life.

Coffee and Lunaticks and bright idea bubbles clinging to a web at dawn

we’re drawn, to whom we respect, and who we

Know

Care about us, and them; and those.

 

Joe was one of these people.

 

It may be Twitter

It may be twee to some

 

But for one reason and another,

There’s a big mob of tweeps in Newy this week

Reflecting on what we knew of Joe

And how we knew

 

Gossamer webs, connecting

those bits of us that assist the creation of

synergies of humanity:

not the wedging of it apart.

 

Vale Joe Grgas

 

Pre Christmas moon

Wagga Wagga nightfall

Late afternoon in Wagga Wagga; looking toward the river.

The grandstand at the racecourse stares out across the track and flat while, behind it, sweep the gums which reach down deep into the life giving force which is the Murrumbidgee.

It is so nice to see it full and alive.

The glow of the grandstand gable fades as the sun sinks. Galahs fly their sunset sorties; setting off to remind others that this is their place.

Night will descend swiftly soon.  I hope that some of the ideas traded today add value to tomorrow’s dawn.

Newcastle 10.10

One day after Siobhan Curran had such great contributions to the Newcastle 10.10.10 project, I happened to be out for a late afternoon ride with Lynette across to the dyke edge at Carrington.

Some ‘phonography’ images later, and some music

Music: Free mp3, Polaroid Flame – We live your life

We’re only trying to find
And we only wanna feel alive
We’re only trying to find
And we only wanna feel alive

You gotta know that some things will find you
Can you see the right and the wrong
Breath some life into the numbers
We live your life

We’re only trying to find
And we only wanna feel alive
We’re only trying to find
And we only wanna feel alive

Do you dream with your eyes wide open
Did you purpose with fighting for
Led the romance from the loved ones
We live your life

We’re only trying to find
And we only wanna feel alive
We’re only trying to find
And we only wanna feel alive

Williams River driving

‘Phonography’ Fun: Some shots from the phone on a quiet afternoon drive

Cows graze as the light hastens across a flowering carpet of gold.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

An old tree stands against the greying sky waiting for the vagaries of fate

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We came to this place where we were so different and where the things surrounding us had spent millennia in their achievement. So often, the most enduring reminders are those which seek to connect human existence with a spiritual reason for it occurring at all.

Old sheds where once was the hub of a million acres.

A brief detour off the dual carriageway just north of Karuah sees us heading down to the settlement of Carrington on the northern shore of Port Stephens.

Back in the 1820s, Tahlee and  Carrington were established as a base for the Australian Agricultural (AA) company. While little remains on the surface, it’s easy to imagine that with a few quiet moments there may be sounds and memories ready to spring from the sun blanched bones of older buildings and the glow of the hewn stone as the sun retreats again.

Church at Carrington, Port Stephens

 

Pre-Spring, and dreaming of other possible futures for Newcastle

Perhaps we have become so polarised in the need to have, or not have, that we have forgotten the possibility of developing another view.

If. for some reason, it becomes impossible to get real action on truncating the rail line and providing another option: just what might another possibility look like?

I wonder whether we are maybe focusing too strongly on the sense of an integrated whole rather than what could potentially be a ‘string of pearls:’ a connected string of high value precincts, with frequent trains running back and forth like a pulsing spine.

Sometimes it’s fun to cast our minds ahead and see if we can picture things in ways which might promote other ways of doing things.

In the pre-dawning  glow of Spring, a possible picture of a future which, for some reason, decides to reform our thinking around retaining some infrastructure and changing our way of using it.

Here is a possible picture.

There’s a whole space out by Cockle Creek crying out to be a parking hub for a connection along the line: sitting within reach of the F3 and the Westlakes area

A station and interchange aids the growth of Glendale as a major retail and commercial hub, a link across the line to the light industrial area which snakes its way back toward Cardiff along Munibung Rd.

Clean, fast, frequent trains leave the holding and interchange area and run back and forth to the other end of the line, down by the harbour.

Up through Cardiff and its fast bus connections with Charlestown and the University, we glide through the tunnel and down the valley to the new Kotara station, close to the shopping centre and super centres, covered ways and travelators smoothly deliver people from the station to their destination.

A new development at Adamstown station incoporates a solution which makes the level crossing obsolete and a street corridor has been identified and developed as a connector for the station with the Adamstown mainstreet. Easy facilities exist to assist the multitude of cyclists who alight here and spend the day with a leisurely ride out along the Fernleigh Track to Belmont.

From Broadmeadow, frequent shuttles are available to the Hospital and University and pedestrian connector ways and cycle paths provide easy access to the range of sporting and event facilities which have been supported and developed as integrated and scalable facilities.

At Hamilton, traffic management strategies have allowed the old station to be refurbished, with access from both ends of the platform being easy, with pedestrian access to the Wickham Parklands which have been managed to provide a range of possibilities for sport and large scale outdoor entertainments within easy reach of major transport movers.

University and TAFE students easily swap to the other line which has a new station up at the back of the TAFE, also  providing access to the South West sector of Mayfield, and a pleasant stroll or cycle through the TAFE grounds to Tighes Hill and Mayfield East.

At Stewart Avenue, the large new roadway flies across the line, integrated as far as possible with a development which provides a backdrop for the large open Harbour Plaza which opens out the vista between the new Wickham station and the harbour, and articulating to the boardwalk which runs east along the harbour’s edge.  Public share system bikes sit in racks as families alight from the train and select their bikes to ride down along the foreshore to cafes and beaches, or back up along the Creek cycleway, passing the marina and fishing fleet.

Pedestrian and other non vehicular movement is facilitated toward the growing hub around Marketown, with more pedestrian walkovers for harbour view Honeysuckle offices to connect with the other side

Further down the line we reach the vibrant Civic and Honeysuckle Restaurant and Bar Precinct.  A new development above the line incorporates a station and facilitates easy access from both ends toward the waterfront and toward the Theatres and Law Courts.  Pedestrian connector ways allow us easy reach to Darby Street, via the beautifully redeveloped Civic Park which provides a pleasance within the lovely buildings of civics and study.

On to the beautiful Newcastle Station and direct access to the magnificent Newcastle Mall, a premier restaurant and bar strip within Australia,  Lovely historic facades and the sense of this as a heart of a city, create a sense of vibrancy going way beyond Lygon Street.  Outdoor eating areas and well run bars and entertainment venues have built a density of appropriate behaviour, aided by security and the large influx of patronage intent on good dining and non-offensive enjoyment.  The surrounding blocks now house many thousands of people from a variety of demograhics who love the massive lifestyle choices available to them and the ease of access they have beach and harbour and to fast, clean, frequent transport which connects them with all of the other stations and opportunities.

And yes, it cost a lost to set up. Could work though.

This is not a call to save the rail.  It is simply a view of what a future possibility could be if we had, as a given, that the infrastructure stays.

Gazing into the sunset; days after an election.

Awash in a sea of uncertainty:

Pugwash on his poopdeck with the crisp wind whirling from the west
Stinging
Shaking branches and the dust of the sunset
Out
Day’s end

The last of the light slips slowly down behind the horizon
Where it can warm someone else’s world
Until ours is ready again.

It’s spring next week
Time to dream of richness and growth
And new dawnings.

Scenes from a Sunday cycle

It’s difficult to imagine just how all of those people must be feeling today, isn’t it?

Scratchley Dreaming

The moat, high above the harbour: division between dreams and realities

Memories and visions, phrases and thoughts, repeated, recycled

Revisited

then gone: departed yet lingering still in the flashes we see of distant landmarks

A mirage resolving into stark and plausible, whimsical and despondent and more.

Black, white, light, shade

Dichotomy

Outward success and a ‘cabinet of curiosities’ full of regret.

Fleeting glances and shadows in familiar alleys as

We meander through stories we all know but somehow remember differently or see

From different perspectives

There are times when pictures and snippets stare deep into our own hearts and places.

There are times where the plain pillbox, planted perpendicular to the parade, glares out across emptiness,

where desultory tunes play over again as stories are told.

Out through the front gates and the dark cannon, snubs its snout at the soaring cathedral on the hill opposite.

The view, familiar in paintings, has changed and yet

This evening we have seen it as if never before

Up here, above the city below

We strain and hear the synergies of that curious jumble which is our very human existence and what makes us what we are as people.

We balance, between past and present and future: a keen edge which slices between the void between what is;

And what could be.

As we sit, in front of a barracks fireplace, armchair jacketed and bound

What does look back at us in that  mirror of reality?

And just how much does that differ from the view we see

from the inside out?

“Please remember us.”

 (Tantrum Theatre presents ‘Dreams of a forgotten city’ a stunning evocative experience at Fort Scratchley in Newcastle for 4 nights only from Wed 18th Aug 2010 to Sat 21st Aug. Info at http://www.tantrumtheatre.org.au/Dreams.html )

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