A suburb well into gentrification. A suburb with a dark past as the home not just to many a pub where many a dark glance was cast in the days of wharves and coal fired power, but also the home of our treatment of the insane. A suburb now better known for the Bay Run and the Light Rail. I still see glimpses in telegraph poles, old timers sitting on crates, probably wondering what the hell has happened & why are people paying monopoly money for digs that even squatters avoided one upon a time? I’ve written before about shooting the ugly stuff, sometimes that simply means shooting what’s there. Sometimes in the right light, the ugly stuff sings.