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Sugar………

21 Jan

Driving back from a job in central Queensland the other day, I realised that I was early for my flight and decided to take a few shoots from the local sugar cane growing area. The dramatic burn offs before harvest are a thing of the past and the little trains are no longer steam-driven, but the is a feeling of history throughout the region. Some of the old houses literally scream long hours, large families, and laughter, others desperation and despair.  I will go back a capture some of the areas buildings another time when I can do the dwellings justice. Some of the old houses and outbuildings are works of art, some are just structures of necessity.

Some of the carriages for the trains are just left standing in remote shunting yards waiting silently for the next harvest.

The whole area is so vividly green and lush, such a contrast to the inland across the nearby range.

Even the mill stood quietly waiting for the next influx of cane which will eventually make its way to our cupboards, a sweet reward for such hard work.

The Sport of Gentlemen……….

21 Jan

Pugilism, boxing, scrapping, brawling…..to the untrained eye they all look the same. Grown men belting each other, quite often till one is knocked out or at least reduced to a bloody pulp !  So most of us in the general population scorn the participants and dismiss the sport as the realm of thugs. Recently I have been doing some work at a remote construction site, and to my surprise there are a large number of grown men who daily train and train hard in the art of fighting.

Most do it as a cardio workout and probably sub-consciously to relieve some of the days tensions, whilst others are genuinely training for bouts in their chosen discipline. They are not all young men with too much testosterone coursing thru their bodies, a large number are middle-aged and are trying hard to win their fight with the ageing process. They wear the appropriate fashion, brands that are linked to fights between the superstars of the game.

The two blokes I photographed in the housing camps gym are both smart, articulate professionals with a great sense humour and gentler men you could not hope to meet, until they glove up. Heaven help the punching bag !!

FIFO…not a dogs name

14 Oct

I know I have said many times that Australia is the lucky country..and it is, however one of the greater social implications of the being the lucky country is our reliance on the mining industry. Now before anybody  gets up in arms and I get hate mail or fan mail depending on which side of the green debate you support, I will make it quite clear that myself and my family have benefitted directly from participating in mining. The pay is great, and no one with a family can help but be tempted by the lure of a high level of both financial freedom and job security. Turn up, do your job and the company will ensure that you are safe, well fed and clothed and paid handsomely .

Now here comes the rub…you see it’s the turn up part that tests the way we live and the way families interact. Dad or mum, gets in a taxi, goes to the airport then flys away ( sometimes crossing the country) and then stays away for extended periods of time. Some rosters have their workers away for a month and return them home fatigued and  socially mal-aligned  for everyday society for a week. They take a day to get over the work rotation and travel, then have five days to cram in a months normality, then spend a day returning to the coal face ( no pun intended ).

Rates of family breakdown are high within these workgroups and those that make a good go out of it are realistic enough to understand that the time away can never be recovered.  Listening to your child describe an exciting event over the phone just isn’t the same as being there. The interesting things is that these FIFO (Fly In, Fly Out ) workers form little like-minded groups. Of course there is the so-called “Aussie drinking culture” . But when you stand back and look at who is involved it’s usually the hard-core oldies or the very young and new, lots of money for the first time and no mum or dad to tell them when to go to bed. Then there are the fitness fanatics, and I use that word kindly, they have time to kill and keeping fit keeps them away from the bar. A few study and a few play music.

These blokes were sitting around playing some R & B classics, having a quiet drink and a laugh. All of them would rather be home, but as they say no jobs back home, or that they want to give their kids every opportunity in life, I understand, I really do, but I can’t help feeling that not only do these husbands and fathers miss out on so much, but also their families are not as well off as they think because of the long periods of separation. This might be a case where being the lucky country comes at a cost. Next time you are at the airport and see a bunch of miners or construction workers in their distinctive hi-viz reflective clothing and safety boots, don’t just envy them for their high income, also remember the heavy cost it comes at.

PS. The colour cast of the above image is caused by the covers on the accommodation blocks fluorescent  lights that don’t attract insects…..as much!!