Roadside scene, Launceston, Tasmania… post-storm light.
Day 5. Tasmania.
It’s always been a place of contrasts, this island. The old sits alongside the new, sometimes comfortably, at other times not so much. Nature sits alongside human structures. City sits alongside amazing wilderness. And because it’s a relatively small island, these contrasts take place within minutes, not hours or days. From where I live, I can be standing on the beach in five minutes. Or walking through a rainforest in an hour. Or standing on top of a mountain in about the same. Everything is compressed, close, and that makes the contrasts even more striking, and breathtaking, and wonderful… I think there’s a little of that contrast in this shot – the gentle, organic shadows of the leaves on the geometrically neat bricks. The trees reaching up against the backdrop of heavy structures and grids. The darkness of the archway, against the lightness beyond.
Weekend drives with the map turned off, finding just one new road
past paddocks sutured with crooked fences.
Walks among the trees, wind sighing and swaying and
sun peeking through the ceiling of green, lighting our path.
These are just some of the
Further from my widowed home take the road that sets into the sun,
Waiting for my skin and bone to return and see what I’ve become,
Summer has not yet been here though my days are long,
Take me back to when the night was young and another song was sung.
What of all those pretty tales the ones that took me to this door,
Is it comfort in the salvers way is it comfort upon this wooden floor,
Tell you is it a failure to forget the ones you once held dear,
And I tried to remember but my mind is no longer clear.
– “I Will Remain”, Matthew and the Atlas.
the sun has fallen down
and the billboards are all leering
and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles
it went like this:
the skyline was beautiful on fire
all twisted metal stretching upwards
everything washed in a thin orange haze
i said: “kiss me, you’re beautiful –
these are truly the last days”
you grabbed my hand and we fell into it
like a daydream or a fever
– Monologue from “The Dead Flag Blues”, Godspeed You! Black Emperor.