Inspired but humbled, I drive back to Melbourne. We’ve been staying in the gold fields in Bendigo for M’s wedding. The art museum exhibits Cecil Beaton’s portraiture.
His grasp on light, iconography and semiotics is astonishing, saying more about the subject that their own likenesses.
Bruised, we roar through the apple capital of Victoria, Harcourt and pull over in a plume of dust to buy some cheap fruit.
But it is that low winter sun that catches my eye. It shines through a rickety wire fence supporting wild grapes.
Grapes were my entry to Kalyn’s Weekend Herb Blogging a few weeks ago.
Sadly we face a grape glut. Prices have fallen so low that it is now cheaper to leave the fruit on the vine.
Meanwhile, the banana story develops. One story says that we have only a few days supply here. Another points to other regions for supply while the wholesale price doubles.
It seems apples, coming into season, are to become the substitute of choice. The price is about $6 a kilo and forecast to rise.
We picked up 10kg for $10.
To me this is evocative of everything that autumn in Melbourne stands for. Perhaps I’m in a photographic rut, the same one that produces all those backlit shots of beer glasses (coming soon: a jug) and across the counters of Melbourne’s bars.
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