We wave to the lady in the boat engine repair shop. We have never spoken until recently, yet we've passed her shop on a daily basis for nearly 6 years [] we pass small tokens of random conversation with the guys in the coffee shop [] we shout out to the guys in the car shop, their presence in our day always smiling, always stopping to say hello, and include the children [] we say hello to a dog we pass on the footpath [] we stop to pick up random twigs, leaves, broken pieces of necklaces strewn over the road [] we say thankyou when we get our change in the supermarket [] we pass information for meetings and briefing sessions between us in the playground [] they pick a small selection of flowers from the garden, some of them weeds, some of them very special orchids but all given just for me, because I was grumpy and they thought it would make me happy (they did) [] we watch the cranes lifting supplies into a back garden [] and finally we make lemon muffins rich in lemon scent and juice. Tonight we will have left over beetroot curry with pappadums and rice, maybe some plain yoghurt as well []
Random connections. Incidental touchings of life, people, moments. Things I like to tie together to become a map of our daily travels, and our movements through the neighbourhood. Recognition that we have a sense of place and purpose, sometimes brief, sometimes far more involved and that we involve ourselves with other people even when we think we live in isolation. I mentally track each day through it's course, broken down into time slots and schedules, and routes taken to get somewhere. It would make a great excercise in spatial use to follow our movements, how much repeats, how much gets traversed over and over, and how little the variations need to be to create a logue of difference to our lives.
Our own flight paths.



