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A huge expanse of corrugated metal - the entire building seems to be made of nothing else...towering walls of grey zincalume(?)...a couple of outcropping rooms standing at least two or three stories tall break off from the main building...they are of the same material and each is crowned with a ventilation stack, curved to maximise the intake or outlet of the air...in the middle of one wall of this otherwise windowless building, a set of concrete steps atop a bricked base, a crude steel tubing safety rail, a brown painted doorway that leads...inside..to...who knows where?...on the outside wall, near the doorway, there is a warning sign... |
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Cars and trucks on the freeway...a plane struggles to be heard above the rumbling of the traffic...some birds also compete, smoothing the surrounding thunder... Listen to a sound bite from this location... (*.mp3 format, 940KB) |
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The smell of the earth is stronger here as it mixes with the diesel and petrol of the freeway vehicles...the air feels moist at this time of the day and the building throws off a definite "metally" aroma...if you've got an old aluminium cooking pot, give it a scrape with a spoon and take a deep, close sniff - you'll see what I mean... |
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Under the feet of my tripod, the grass feels soft and cool...the metal skin of the building feels smooth and cold blooded...I touch the building, I touch the skin of a snake... |
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The flavours of the moist air blend with the metallic harmonies of the building...I must have swallowed some sea-water... |
