AN IDEA IS ANSWERED

Some ideas knock loudly on the door to your mind and demand immediate entry, although they are often the first to leave. The Electronic Swagman was not one of those. It lingered outside my daily life for decades, waiting patiently, never giving more than a polite but regular tap. The idea surfaced at a time when blogging sounded like an act best performed in private. Since then the internet has exploded and my life is spent on the road and in the bush. The time has come to answer the door. 

The eSwag's first incarnation emerged on a solo walk from Melbourne to Sydney along the Great Dividing Range as a simple desire to record the stories of people, alive or dead, encountered on the road. Amongst hooting owls and creaking snowgums the spirits of aboriginal mobs were easily conjured. Characters such as Jack Riley, an old hermit stockman, who had lived for 20 years within the slab walls of Rileys Hut in which I tried to sleep. After a few hours I moved outside, his memory or ghost too present for slumber. In deep solitude imagination fills the spaces in the mind.

Mostly the eSwag emerged from conversations in old towns like Bowral and Bundanoon after I'd dropped down off the high plains. Word had spread as it does in little country towns that a young man was coming through on foot. Old ladies and men sought me out. In my quest they saw someone with links to their own past. Tales were told of the Great Depression and the swagmen who travelled the outback, sleeping rough and chopping wood for a feed. Of brothers who hit the road looking for work and then walked for thousands upon thousands of miles. Embedded in their voices was an urgency to be heard, something of a last will and testament. This priceless folklore has all but disappeared.

Soon, my dog Tommie and I will leave the safety and comfort of home. We will travel in a Toyota rather than on foot as the swagman did, replicating Toyota Dreaming whereby modern blackfellas drive between sacred sites during men's business. Our mission is to collect personal and cultural histories in a modern idiom. Not just of the past but of the present because we know how quickly that lasts.

The Electronic Swagman website allows for images, writing and video to be shared. I seek your contributions as well, whether that be with an online reply, a story or with your art and photography. Consider this a Virtual Exhibition Space [ VES??? ] for you as well.

I don’t know what will happen or what we will find. But thats the thing about an adventure. 

I shall wrap this first blog up with the images from my last season in the desert. The image of Tom disappearing into Lake Eyre [he did come back], and the picture of a blue sky above our camp. An unsmiling and defiant young woman from the Finke community. A young boy with a snotty nose wearing my Akubra. A little dog outside the Pink Roadhouse in Oodnadatta who felt safer on the table than under it. Reflections of Tom and I against the reddening Breakaways near Coober Pedy. Mt Arckaringa in the Painted Desert where, in the dying light, the sun deposits its gold into the rock. Alice and that old fella, her husband Nugget, who just turned 100 years of age and got a letter from the Queen. Blindness does not stop his mind envisaging the country he travelled as a drover, thousands upon thousands of miles into Queensland and Western Australia. 

I am glad to launch this new website as another new year commences and I sincerely invite you to join us. It could get lonely out there otherwise.

Raymond - The Electronic Swagman

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PPS. Tommie contributes a blog as well, The DOG BLOG, although personally I don't think it's particularly well written. It would be nice for you to leave a comment on his blog as a bit of encouragement.