The beaches of the Hawkesbury have been clogged with driftwood for weeks, as debris from charred inland forests has washed out to sea. Great logs, entire shattered leafless trees, hunks of jetty, vast drifts of black and silver kindling. Amid the litter, people, large and small, can’t help but build things.
These two structures have been there for a week or two – no idea who built them (although the Wade family, whoever they may be, are a strong possibility for the tipi). I spent 15-20 minutes improving the tipi – replacing fallen sticks and adding a few more, carving out the inside floor and adding a log seat. Some other mature adults passed within a few metres of me but studiously avoided any acknowledgement. They’re the funny ones.
This has been a post to my beloved Juniper patrons, who get a special behind-the-scenes glimpse each month. I love you and we’re making beautiful artbabies ????????