Novelty kites on Squeaky Beach at sunset
We scaled boulders and got onto the rocky outcrop at the back of the photo. I now regret not taking photos while we were at it.
We piled food, kites and people into four cars and roadtripped to Wilson’s Promontory. It was one of the best days I’ve had in a long time.
August 16 2014
It was a Saturday, the weather was starting to feel more like spring, and our plans to go to Hotham for the weekend fell through due to no room at the inn. We were young, we were free, and we had a full day of nothing to fill with adventure. Within an hour, we had 5 people assembled and ready for exploration.
With no real destination in mind, we decided to head up into gold mining region behind Walhalla in an effort to locate one of the many huts scattered through this part of Gippsland.
Roughly 10km out from our desired destination, we found an old gold mining town’s cemetery located on the side of a rather steep mountain. There was an information sign in the area stating that very little is known about who is buried in this graveyard, and if anyone has any information to contact the number indicated below. Naturally, we had to explore the place, and were amazed at the layout of the graveyard. Small, circular rings of quartz rocks identified the resting place of the individuals in question, in an orientation that i can only assume was buried vertically. There was definitely an element of creepy to this place, so we didn’t stick around.
Further down the road, we found the abandoned mine shaft. A good 30m deep hole cut in the top of a mountain, complete with kiln, chimney and large crankshaft. It’s incredible to see this stuff, as it’s a process that has just become entirely obsolete.
In our final moments searching for the fabled hut, it was getting clear we had ran out of time and needed to return home. Fortunately, for the remaining photos left on the film, a dense fog flooded the valley, and we were left with one hell of an awesome perspective of the forest.
I was pretty grateful to have the sun pouring through the windows while I worked yesterday.
Getting organised for a crazy week next week, feat. sun.
"This is the life you went and earned because you never fucking learned" - Kevin Devine "Carnival" (Brother’s Blood, 2009)
Had just enough emulsion for one more screen, so I scrawled some lyrics and laid them twice over scrap veneers from the workshop, once in blue and once in red.
Remains of a house from the 1800’s near a disused gold mine, Tomboon.
I’m currently stretched pretty thin across two job and was planning on catching up on a few things today. But then I went bush with some awesome people and a few cameras and I regret nothing.