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February 21, 2009
I'm in Victor Harbor for the weekend. It's cool and overcast. It is such a welcome change from the draining heat in Adelaide. No rain though. Nor is there any likelihood of any. Just the promise of more heat.
I've been going through my film archives early this morning:
This picture was taken on holidays in Kangaroo Island a couple of years ago with the Rolleiflex TLR. It was on that trip that I started using a digital camera; an innocent who did not appreciate the pictorial turn in our culture, or the way that images had become important commodities, even prior to their fetishization as desired or hated objects.
The rock formation is the common or the trivial or the ordinary that preserves the illusion of wilderness in an island reshaped by farming within empire (as in British imperialism) that conquers wilderness and global tourism that seeks wilderness. These are rocks as things. Just things. Objects. Presented with little by way of a modernist gesture to the art object. It is more fossil than totem, with its spectre of individual and species death: a petrified imprint of of a lost form of life.
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pleasing image--very picturesque