Welcome to West Richmond, South Australia. Here you don't just live near the end of the runway, you're part of it.
These are not scenes that people would ordinarily think to photograph, but are parts of an ever changing suburban landscape.
It's an odd feeling when I revisit a location that I vaguely remember from childhood. Unless I went there on a regular basis, I often find that my memory has blurred somewhat.
Maylands was one of those places that save for the occasional coffee and cake, I rarely spent any time in. It was just somewhere on the way to somewhere else. Last year, Maylands became home, so I started to take a little more notice.
Out here, it isn't so much of a field or two of canola, but a sea of it. For long stretches between Bindoon and Moora it straddled the road, spreading out to the horizon. Simply breathtaking to see.
Darren returned to Perth this August. He is a remarkable songwriter, lending his skills to poignant ballads and storytelling; about himself, interesting newspaper articles, and relationships in general.
It was a lovely, rainy, family day out. Cosy. Lunch was a bbq chook from a country IGA, pulled apart and eaten from the dashboard of the car, whilst watching a couple of wood ducks escort their new arrivals around the park and down to the river. Simple, happy, memory making.