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scrawl
2 June 2010
inside out
Now Playing: pearl jam - elderly woman behind the counter in a small town
Topic: rosebank, nsw

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Rosebank, New South Wales, January 2008.

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Posted by Bronwen Hyde at 08:46 BST
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after the rain
Now Playing: pearl jam - animal
Topic: rosebank, nsw

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Rosebank, New South Wales, January 2008.

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Posted by Bronwen Hyde at 08:35 BST
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6 February 2010
i never promised you a rose garden
Now Playing: the divine comedy - secret garden
Topic: rosebank, nsw

i never promised you a rose garden

lucky charms

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wild straw berries

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chandelier

Posted by Bronwen Hyde at 12:08 GMT
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fungi
Now Playing: pink floyd - wish you were here
Topic: rosebank, nsw

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Posted by Bronwen Hyde at 01:47 GMT
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5 February 2010
until the cows come home
Now Playing: SoKo - The Dandy Cowboys
Topic: rosebank, nsw

until the cows come home

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how now, brown cow?

Posted by Bronwen Hyde at 23:19 GMT
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a little hoarse
Now Playing: the dirty three - horse stories
Topic: rosebank, nsw

a little hoarse

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one is the loneliest number

Posted by Bronwen Hyde at 10:14 GMT
Updated: 6 February 2010 01:44 GMT
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2 January 2010
trailer park blues
Now Playing: beth orton - trailer park
Topic: rosebank, nsw

trailer park blues


When I was a teenager, and really, even earlier than that, I had a romantic notion about caravans, or trailers as they may be known elsewhere.

Maybe it was from growing up one of three children, though I was always lucky enough to have my own room. Maybe it was because we rented one for a family holiday one year when I was quite young. Maybe it was the romantic notion of nomadic life or transience which alternately lures and repels me to this day. I don't really know.

But from a fairly young age I used to attempt to convince my parents to buy a caravan for me to live in. I wasn't asking to move out, per se. I didn't have a license as I was too young; now I don't have a license and it has nothing to do with age. So it wasn't about trying to get far away from family. It was the concept of having a place of my own. Which, for some reason, was a concept I coveted even back then. Even if that place of my own was to be parked in the driveway of the family house.

There was something about having my own bedroom, kitchen and lounge in one. There was something about folding beds. There was something about diner-style tables and laminate. The usually kitsch-style curtains on the windows, levered windows and the shape of the caravans themselves.

The concept of caravans that had tops that could be raised and lowered fascinated me. The idea of a makeshift verandah created from a canvas awning and evenings spent outside in the heat watching storms. The inconvenience of navigating to a toilet block (or the toilet inside my parents' house) in the dark and rain obviously didn't register in my young mind.

Maybe it was the idea of having a home of my own but the freedom to move that so caught my imagination.

Like my mother, when I don't move house for a few years, I still find myself rearranging the furniture every six months or so.

I guess it's something to do with restlessness.

Either way, no matter how often I mentioned it - coaxed, pleaded - my parents' response was always in the negative. The word "firetrap" was used often. I'm sure "eyesore" featured in there strongly too.

But still every time I see one, I think of how much it looks like home. No matter how decrepit. And possibly even more so if it is decrepit. I realise the impracticality. The heat in summer, the cold in winter, and all the other negatives in between.

But for some reason, the romantic notion still remains.

Posted by Bronwen Hyde at 13:28 GMT
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2 January 2009
in country
Now Playing: blur - blur
Topic: rosebank, nsw

the clearing

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Posted by Bronwen Hyde at 08:23 GMT
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26 April 2008
down on the farm
Now Playing: the dears - no cities left
Topic: rosebank, nsw

no trespassing

daffy

ladybird, ladybird

green and gold

I told you I had photos of other things and other people to edit and go through now that I've finished my 365.

Though you can't tell from the above image, the second shot is of Daffy the Duck who seems to believe that he's a dog. He pants and wags his tail just like a dog and is actually quite difficult to get a still shot of because of this.

These various creatures were photographed whilst visiting Aer and Mike in the first week of January.

Posted by Bronwen Hyde at 06:01 BST
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