Tag: Rouse Hill

This entry is part of a series, The Disappearing» Rouse Hill Time travelling on the motorways we watch the landscape change as cramped steel and concrete give way to open space Somehow bare and more exposed Billboards tout BRAND NEW LUXURY HOMES carbon copies of a pre-packaged urban dream past the outback steakhouse past the golden arches Flying high in this distant corner of the empire At our destination vivid white and yellow in the trees A row of cockatoos observes what’s on offer making selections from a drive through menu of their own On the old Windsor Turnpike I look across at Bunnings and realise I’m standing on the front line a battle between past and present History holding the line as the machine of progress threatens to swallow it whole The smell of death lingers on the property rabbits drowned in the heavy rain mosquitoes buzzing Life and [...]