My
mother grew up at Bondi beach. Deeply engaged with the constant sea’s presence
in her young life, she ran in its waves and walked on the golden sand.
She spent her days looking not out at the
horizon, but down in order to gather evidence of her powerful companion, in the
form of pretty seashells, seaweed and quirky, strange detritus.
Many
years on, I also find myself looking down as I walk along, also attempting to
find interesting fragments of life,
but this time it's the evidence of the
inner city area where I work and live.
Being in the gutter is often used as an
insult. But looking in gutters will allow you to find a constant source of
curious and engaging artifacts that always brings a smile or a question to one.
