Megan Bottari, Stringybark Creek: vignette #2, gun shot glass (fused & sandblasted), vintage police fence paling.
This week has marked the anniversary of the Kelly Gang’s infamous shootout with the traps at Stringybark Creek (in the Wombat Ranges) – setting them on a fatalistic course culminating in Glenrowen, Ned’s capture and his consequent execution.
Megan Bottari, Stringybark Creek: vignette #1, gun shot glass (fused & sandblasted), vintage police fence paling
The Muzzbotts are continuing their glorious Euro-centric ‘sabbatical’ – sending back postcards from points of specific PoC interest. And by way of assuaging Sir Galahad’s disappointment at being left behind (shame job), they’ve sent him a snap of Joan Miró’s scatological chair…
[Not sure it’s working guys, he’s still a little glum. n(Ed)]
And some yummy additions for the Chandelier Files…
And then the excitement of the day: visions of Neddie in Gaudi’s Sagrada Família…
Be still our beating hearts! But hey, it turned out to be Jesus…well, same-same(ish), eh.
Thanks honeys, made our day.
Megan Bottari, Don’t fence me in: Yardbirds #2 (from the Chevron series), fused glass, vintage police fence paling.
We quite like it lurking in the vicinity of Strap-on Neddy – puts us in mind of his arch nemesis Fitzpatrick (the sleazebag police constable who hit on Kate Kelly, precipitating the whole sorry Kelly Gang saga.)
Gang member Y (who wishes to remain nameless!) took herself off to the Old Melbourne Gaol this morning to pay homage to Neddie, arriving shortly after a group of Ned’s descendants had visited with floral tributes on this, the 136th anniversary of his hanging…
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Hmmm, we may well adopt that hand signal as an alternative to flippin’ the bird/giving the finger.
[This – the opportunity to pay respects to our beloved Ned – may well be the one upside to being stuck in Melbs waiting for a bleedin’ plane to Bali. n(Ed)]
Today is the most important day of the year at the Hideout, for 2 reasons…
(1) It’s the anniversary of the registration of Prisoners of the Crown as an entity (now Prisoners of the Crown™®, thank you very much!!) and
(2) It’s the anniversary of Ned’s hanging.
So naturally everything stops while we contemplate all things Neddie (to which end Megsie spent part of yesterday on Ned, drawing #3)…
On this day (11.11.1880), on the way to the gallows, Ned remarked on the beauty of the flowers in the prison garden. And stopped to smell the roses.