Slow Saturday

I stay the night in Robyn's, Lew's partner's, studio and in the morning photograph her with her artwork- harakeke weaving. Strong shapes from a strong woman.
Mid afternoon I arrive at my garden to dig and tidy. There's high cloud and the air has a pink hue again- Australia is still burning.  I dig up lumps of liquefaction. On February 22nd I biked through water from the top of the street and slipped and slithered in knee deep water over liquefaction, up the driveway. Wet liquefaction is treacherous.
There was water pouring out from under the house, it continued for nine hours, flooding the back yard. We didn't have any water in the house so had to wade outside to go to the loo. Meanwhile liquefaction was bubbling up under the house. It sat there till early 2014 when EQC did repairs, and made for cold winters.
The contractor's removal strategy was to send university students under the house with small shovel, spades and buckets. They dug out two small truckloads but there was still some there when the house was demolished and it's been spread around. Supposed to be good for the garden.

Lumps of liquefaction