Sky Farm (Hobart)

I have an uncle who has a large piece of land on the side of a mountain overlooking Hobart. The view from ‘Sky Farm’ is spectacular; you can see all of Hobart, the bay, both the bridges, and the buildings down-town. I spent the afternoon there with three uncles and two aunts and one cousin eating sausages and walking around in the bush and checking out the cliffs and the Hawks, and the dense scrub full of Wallabies.

There is a tractor on the farm that looks like something used in the Russian front in the 1940s. My uncle told me that it had been sitting under a tree for 15 years and had been burnt by a bush fire a few years back. He wanted the move the tractor, so he took the burnt-out radiator into town where some bloke reconditioned it, he placed it back on the tractor, filled the tractor with petrol, and by the third-turn of the key, the tractor had started again. He didn’t seem surprised. Technology moves at different speeds; technology is becoming faster and faster trapping people like flies, unable to escape the demands of a long repeating Now.