Food foraging

Today was a very peculiar day, a man named Patrick came into our class and took us on a walk to gather some natural resources for our salad. Our group collected, gathered and foraged many varieties of natural plants such as Mallow, Sow thistle and kangaroo apple. Patrick showed us that you can find all these resources just outside your doorstep. The supermarkets aren’t the only sources of food, foraging can be very useful.

The salad was great, the plants weren’t great on their own but together the ingredients tasted pretty nice and smelt like a kind of pesto.

 

– Peter / Footscray City College Substation

Food foraging

Whilst blindly walking through Footscray we were stopped and Patrick illuminated edible plants lying poisoned next to us, where once they breathed and twirled around each other. After scavenging for a small variety of the many edible plants available in our unique land they were mixed together into a salad. The divine smell of the natural essence that the herbs and leaves produced had me drawn in like fish to bait, although the flavour was overwhelming the vibrant taste and lively crunch was enlightening. Disgracefully this fresh food is emaciated and intoxicated by our litter, our pollution and our poisons. No longer can we treat what was here before us like this, we can’t disregard what mother nature provides us, we must respect our earth.

– Luca / Footscray City College Substation

Believe

Great arching roofs
The windows cracked and split
A thousands shades of light
Shining onto rows of wooden seats
Beautiful in their conformity

Everyone is the same here
You step through the door
And nothing matters anymore
We all have the same purpose

I don’t believe in a God
Or a life after death
But the candles
-One hundred wishes
Melted into one-
Make you wonder

The echoing silence
Fills every corner with calm
Thousands of prayers
Floating in the quiet air
Some want to save
And some need saving
Bu they all end up here

I don’t believe in a God
Or a life after death
But I believe in an idea
That unites the world

 

– Maxine / Footscray City College Substation

London Graffiti by Sophie Crook

There is a piece of Banksy graffiti that simply has the statement “I don’t believe in global warming” written on the side of a wall against a London canal. The statement is half submerged by the water itself. IAMS student Sophie Crook came across a photo of it and wrote the following about the image.

London Graffiti

This photo says a lot. A lot about what we as humans are and what we are choosing to believe in the world. To use a word as ‘believe’ says much about how we are too stubborn to admit what we have caused. The problem is not the fact that we have made this mess. The problem is the fact that we are blind to our own mistakes and unable to make considerable changes. We have caused a problem and now it is time to pick up the pieces. All we’re doing is discussing it. Blatantly, the words are right on the wall, sea levels are rising and so is the temperature. A contaminated, toxic sheet has been draped over our eyes since 1901 (this was when climate change was first discovered). We are able to see the problem started in our hands, we are able to spray ‘I don’t believe’ on a wall, but unable to use our hands to do anything. We have closed our eyes, let C02 and the ocean take its toll. There is a difference between truth and belief. You may not believe in global warming, but the facts will one day drown you out. You will be unseen, just like this opinion, on a wall in London.

 

Sophie

 

 

 

My reading place

pumpkin

The old hammock in my garden was a favourite place to read until the pumpkins took over. I would spend lazy summer afternoons there with my nose in a book and a cat on my lap, lying In the shade cast over the fence by the enormous eucalypts next door.

Then, in only a few days over summer, pumpkin vines snaked across the path, curled around the posts and climbed over the musty canvas to steal my relaxing spot. Flowers emerged and during the next few weeks a handful of small yellow nuggets bulged into enormous orangy-red fruits. They smell earthy and a bit woody and I can’t wait to eat them.

– Sue / Footscray City College Substation

The mighty Yarra

kookaburras

For most of my adult life I’ve lived near the Yarra and the river pulls at my heart. In my uni days, I lived upstream near Warrandyte and spent a couple of lazy summers swimming and rafting on lilos in the river’s murky flow. Nowadays I live closer to the city with my family but still within walking distance of the river, and I walk there often. Down there, the constant buzz from the freeway seems to fade into the calm powerful pull of the water. During the long drought a few years ago, the water level fell drastically and the adjacent wetlands dried out. The bed of the lagoon cracked into a million dry pieces and the birds and other creatures sought refuge elsewhere. Everything felt dry and dead. When the rain finally came, the river overflowed its banks and flooded the walking path and surrounding bushland and all the living things woke up. Nature drowned the freeway noise. The loudest sounds were the rapid rush of water, croaking frogs, and kookaburras laughing with mirth from the trees.

– Sue / Footscray City College Substation

Turtle

Green-Sea-Turtle-500x333The slight purr of the motor drums in my ears, as i look out into the harsh, yet peaceful waves crashing against the fast boat. Dipping in and out of the rough sea, the cool breeze beats against my face. On the way to the pure forest green island, i admired the few clouds covering random parts of the ocean blue sky. Few birds glided through the clouds, as i squinted my eyes at the bright sun, like a gold nugget floating in the sky. Exiting the boat into the crystal waters i started kicking and lightly splashed in the crisp, but warm sea water. 100’s of magnificent and beautiful types of fish darted in and out of their unique coral homes. Inbetween my strokes through the water, a deep, greeny-brown shell swam by lapping through the water just under me as i recognised a 70 year old, Turtle. The Turtle was poking it’s head out of the water as i had risen up to glance out of the salty sea, as the Turtle was popping out of the surface every now and then for a fresh breath of air.

– Olivia / Footscray City College Substation

I love my library

To immerse in a sea of paper, a sea of people, a sea of knowledge. It’s a place of quiet and a place of learning. Thousands of stories have been seen, heard and read here. Thousands of heroes, villains and damsels in distress. We breathe the air they breathe, we can live the life they lived. To find a book untouched, to revive it’s dusty halls, to hear the voice of people long past. To improve your mind and sharpen your wit. To hear of places previously unknown, to learn of the stars above and our land below. I love my local libraries, their books and their knowledge. Every day I spend there I know is a day unwasted.

– Spencer / Footscray City College Substation

The beach

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Ever since I can remember, my family or friends and I have gone to the beach at any chance we get. For a week in the summer with all my aunties, uncle and cousins or sometimes just for a weekend. The beach means a lot to me. I don’t know what I would do if it were to suddenly disappear. With everyone living their busy lives being on holidays surfing the waves and soaking up the sun it’s a time when we can all relax and enjoy each other’s company. There is nothing you have to urgently do, nothing you have to worry about just swim through the water.

– Angie / Footscray City College Substation

The Grampians

Walking out of the house and into the sun all I could see was dirt, clear blue sky, ants, rabbits and kangaroos. As I look around the ground I see a group of ants gathering together to go into their home, while looking up into the sky all I smell was pure fresh air. The clouds were moving around slowly like a turtle race, the feeling of the wind pushing against me was like having a shower. While looking far away I can see two kangaroos looking straight at me as I make a move from my position they two did the same thing.

– Javier / Footscray City College Substation