This is my favourite bench to date. It has the elements of benchiness which appeal to me. Chunky. A little askew. Companionable. It looks to me to be a bench which has loved and lost. A Worn Bench in its own way.
I am here on the eBENCH early today. That’s due to my having a rare commitment in the straight world. i.e. a doctor’s appointment. I am not designed for commitments. I am not designed for doctors’ appointments. I am designed for freelance living. I have pretty much reached a stage of my life where I am able to live like that most of the time. Now and then – something comes along and the straight world and me collide.
First thing I do is sit down here and figure out whether I really want to do any business at all with that world and the answer is that I don’t.
Think I shall go visit the Baby and Her Mother instead. Drive up the South Arm Road along the River and sit in the sun. Sounds a more healing prospect to me.
The benches at Bellingen Showground are favourites of mine. There are three grandstands. Not all that Grand but that’s what they’re called. A few scattered benches and on the far side are the less Grandstands for watching rodeos and pony club etc.
Farewell breakfast for Peter Knox from AUSTLIT at U.Q. in St Lucia. The café is called WORDSMITHS and the bench is STONE. A FINE bench.
MARCH 2011. Looking over to Yellow Rock Road across the Bellinger River. It was 34 degrees C at 5.30 pm. Took a swim and then took some shots of the clouds coming over at sunset.
2010. I have rarely been South of Sydney in the last 20 years or more. Last year we took time to do the South Coast. “DO IT”. I was not looking for benches back then. I was just looking. Now I drag the figurative photos out of the figurative shoebox searching for BENCH pictures to add to my collection.
So here is Minnamurra. I hadn’t been there since the 1960s when we used to go to Minnamurra Falls en famille. I loved the rainforests and the mystery of the walk up to the Falls. This time, we went to the village of Minnamurra. Didn’t see much there but I have nevertheless added the pic and noted the traditional bench. Beside the letterbox. Outside the shop. There is a chance its at a bus stop although I can’t see any real indication of a bus stop. It might just be the ‘sit down and have an ice cream’ type bench. Once again, as I see over and over, there is noone on the Bench. Empty benches.
Since I have been looking in the TROVE, I have come across BENCHES in the Old Newspapers etc so I shall bring a few of them to you this morning.
The first one is a bench stop. I don’t quite know what a bench stop is but :
BENCH STOP. (1923, March 10). The Queenslander (Brisbane, Qld.)