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A place for the re-membering of things
“Truffaut’s ‘The 400 Blows’ was only the setup. ‘Breathless’ was the knockout blow. If ‘The 400 Blows’ was the February revolution, ‘Breathless’ was October.” Richard Brody.
What’s hard to remember is that we had little option for portable digital image storage other than floppy disk, or limited built-in RAM. This was my first digital camera, recording stills, movies and sound on a mini CD.
Another update from the Country Diary. About a visit to the property of the National Party member for Monaro in 2002. More osage, some tree-lucerne. Sheep. Bigger pictures. And those Brindabellas.
This is from 2002, and my Bungendore Country Diary about some ‘Osage Events’ that synchronised. You can either read the story then watch the pictures or just wing it and hit play. Think of this as a slide show. With music. And words.
At the National Museum of Australia, the C.W.A had gathered their favourite Anzac biscuits and Margaret and a staff chef picked out an audience member to make a batch. ( Do you like yours chewy or crunchy?)
“Up there in the night air among the high-rises, music dies as you fire up your fake sunrises: your light is the birds’ last darkness.” Margaret Atwood
Before I started my web Another Country Diary I made these few pages to show to friends when they asked what my life was like in a country town, while I worked in Canberra and Sydney.
I was still pining from losing Australian MultiMedia and couldn’t stop scratching the ‘publishing’ itch. ‘Written so you can understand it’.
November 1995. This was a ‘walk-through’ demo, part of how we saw Murdoch Magazines’ many women’s lifestyle publications working on the web -via Conde Nast’s experiment Epicurious.
I finished reading Oliver Sack’s story of his ‘chemical’ boyhood some time before I wrote this. My response to the book (as it was for my English mate Norman) was ‘Yes! I felt just like that as a boy’.
I’ve filmed and photographed the work of John Shortis and Moya Simpson for over twenty years. This is where it will be assembled.
In a classic Old World – New World twist, as wild harvested truffles disappear in Europe, countries like Australia and Spain are farming increasing quantities of high quality truffles. The Canberra region growers needed to educate people about theirs.
Two films, one Super 8 from 1971, and one Standard 8 consisting of two earlier anti-Vietnam war marches. Both of these will be transferred in higher quality and have music added but they need to be here before I get time and money to do that.
I was ‘sponsored’ by the Rare Breeds Trust of Australia to attend Slow Food 2006 Terra Madre, I just had to pay to get there. That’s where I learnt that eating is an agricultural act, producing it a gastronomical act (it has to taste good) and purchasing it (our choices) a political act.
It’s like the Seamus Heaney poem ‘Postscript’ where he writes about driving through County Clare – “when the wind and the light are working off each other … Useless to think you’ll park and capture it, More thoroughly. You are neither here nor there.”