2016

I've kept this blog, on and off, since 2006. In 2015 I used it to chart daily encounters, images, thoughts and feelings about volcanic basalt/bluestone in Melbourne and Victoria, especially in the first part of the year. I plan to write a book provisionally titled Bluestone: An Emotional History, about human uses of and feelings for bluestone. But I am also working on quite a few other projects and a big grant application, especially now I am on research leave. I'm working mostly from home, then, for six months, and will need online sociability for company!


Tuesday, February 10, 2009

A Beautiful Picture

From the Herald Sun, my friend's sister being reunited with her dog.

http://www.news.com.au/dailytelegraph/story/0,,25031538-5013122,00.html

The family had to leave in a desperate hurry, and the kids have ember burns, but they heard the next day the dog "was sitting by the pile of photos Drew had pitched onto the front lawn, waiting for them on the only green patch that survived! And there are a few geese and chooks left too."

The house was destroyed, and the other dog, sadly, but here is one happy reunion, at least.

3 comments:

Hannah Kilpatrick said...

That is a beautiful picture.

I put our name down with Animal Aid to offer temporary foster care for pets, once people start moving out of shelters and trying to put their lives back together again. It's something small and practical to do.

Kerryn Goldsworthy said...

Oh great, crying again, and I have to go teach a 3-hour editing workshop in a little while.

My folks lived for a number of years in an outer suburb approaching the Adelaide foothills, where they were potentially vulnerable to fires. The fire plan involved putting the pets and photos in the car and driving towards the sea, leaving everything else to its fate. How wonderful that the dog stayed put and guarded the photos.

This old world is a new world said...

I just heard back from the dog's aunt, as it were: the poor boy is so traumatised he greets anyone he knows, now, in the same way, and just looks at you.

Apparently the geese's feet were burned but they made it to the dam ok.

Everyone tells the same gruesome story, don't they? that the best, most well executed plan wouldn't have stopped these fireballs running up hills the way they did when the winds changed.

Animal Aid's a good idea.

It's hard to know what to give, in addition to cash, but a call went out from Whittlesea last night for sunscreen and moisturiser... A level of dessication, as well as incineration, that is impossible to imagine.