Saturday, June 16, 2012


At least once a year, there is a local council cleanup collection around here. I am always very amused by what happens. People put out their unwanted stuff on the verge by the roadside, ready for the council workers to collect. But only a fraction of what goes out remains when the council truck comes by. In the meantime, utes and small trucks and vans (as well as cars) suddenly start driving slowly by, cruising, assessing and stopping. Piles reduce, 'treasures' are loaded up and taken away. The community 'recycling' means a lot less for landfill, which is good. However puzzling some of the choices made may be. Another nearby council area does pickup on request, which isn't the same as the smorgasbord of everyone's stuff at once. One person's trash.....

Sunday, June 10, 2012


"Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there." Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451