On the train you see some spaces which are not easy to see from anywhere else... the back of the towns and settlements. Here there are odd places, shapes and substances forgotten by the fronts of towns. I started to take photos, sometimes at 79mph, of the muddled piles of debris and when I was lucky caught improvised shelters.
At the back of businesses that have gone out of business - it sometimes looks like the overflow from a skip has been disposed of there. I'm not sure if thats what happens. Maybe it is someone's special collection arranged in an unfamiliar logic.
Best evidence of Waltzing Matilda yet.
We were sidelined near this abode for nearly half an hour. Unfortunately - or fortunately for the sake of the owner's privacy - the late afternoon sun illuminated the shrubbery beautifully but not the tarps and bikes and campfires and dogs that lived behind it.