
‘Masts & Wires’
…hold tight, be taut…
‘Masts & Wires’
…hold tight, be taut…
‘Sky Wires’
…dividing the heavens…
‘Bulbs, Wires & Windows’
Emerging from the train station to a dawn fantasia; shapes and signals of the new day rising…
Three burnt lines, wires on fire, sending singed signals …
All the way along the waterfront on the train today , the rainclouds hovered darkly just above a layer of evening light.
They were still that way as I alighted onto the platform.
Ominously some might say.
Not me, for the anticipation of rain and its release upon us is so wonderfully life affirming.
And what was signaled has now fallen with great intent…
The old radio station at Musick Point, Auckland sits atop a peninsular clifftop ; its signals guided military ships and planes in the Pacific during WWII . Now, the humming of the wires is generated by an amateur radio ham group that keeps the spirit of the place alive.
Regardless of the messages sent, the symbols of the power of the airwaves always resonate with me.
Stations.
Frequencies.
Transmitters.
Aerials.
Signals.
Wires.
The magic of radio – on the road ,in the dead of the night : words, voices ,music – always the music.
Connection.
“And I can get your station
When I need rejuvenation
Wavelength
Wavelength
You never let me down, no.”
‘Wavelength’, Van Morrison (1978)