These are some snaps I made at George Grainger Aldridge's joint in
the Flinders last week.
That's George at the top with the Elder Range. This land will eat humans. I went up for the funeral of Joe McKenzie, a senior Adyamathanha man and a dear cobber and mentor for many years. There were a lot of good people. It was refreshing to be at an Australian graveside where little English was spoken - the locals have their tongue back.
That's George at the top with the Elder Range. This land will eat humans. I went up for the funeral of Joe McKenzie, a senior Adyamathanha man and a dear cobber and mentor for many years. There were a lot of good people. It was refreshing to be at an Australian graveside where little English was spoken - the locals have their tongue back.
Joe's mates came from all over the place, and there were hundreds there at Hawker ... like Jardine Kiwat, my Torres and Tiwi Islander mate below: a provider of exquisite percussion, game and laughter!
Overall, though, the whole damn thing was very sad ... even beyond his wide country knowledge, many will miss Joe's quiet brilliance, and measured, calm scepticism as much as his perfectly-aimed derision ... photos Philip White
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That doesn't look much like wine sitting there on that table Whitey! Great photos! The Flinders are in bloom. Better get up there. Sorry to hear about Joey. I saw you two handing the guitar around at Blinman a long time ago. Is that Jardine from the Warumpi Band?
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