Here’s my Mum and sisters in 1971 (I’m in arms), visiting my Pop who lived in Yallourn, Gippsland. This house, my Pops home for most of his life was demolished in the early 80’s. His home was taken in the final stage of the towns demolition for a power station. I was 12 by then and had no concept of the loss that would mean to him. On the day of this photo, we were mostly oblivious to the fate of Yallourn and it’s simple, working class beauty. I love the photo and dug it up to sit along side the song I wrote about my dear Mum.