The Pilbara Project is a blog and ‘real world’ project connecting the people, places and stories of Western Australia’s remote Pilbara region. Live here? Been here? Coming here? Tell us about it!

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About

How many ways are there to tell stories about a place, especially a place as vast as the Pilbara? Perhaps there are as many ways as there are people. Imagine that. For every person, a story of landscape, experience, home.

The Pilbara Project Blog is where some of these stories can be shared. It’s also a forum for stories from anyone, anywhere in the world, who has experienced the Pilbara, or recognises it in the places they have travelled to in their lives or in their minds. Read More

This is a Bus, not a Bathroom

Alright, I admit it:  I have been led astray, like a little lost sheep, like a veritable lamb to the slaughter. I just can’t seem to keep off the streets at night.  Who is to blame? You may have seen a white bus emblazened with blue flying angel decals cruising around town in the evenings.  You may have wondered about the bus.  The bus belongs to the Dampier Seafarers Centre, which administers physical and spiritual welfare to the thousands of international seafarers visiting...

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Painting by ROA, Spring 2011 West Pilbara

On the road with ROA

I watch ROA through my binoculars against the backdrop of the Pilbara landscape. The natural habitat of this Belgium born artist, are the urban streetscape of big cities. A dense and compact environment of steel and concrete, that can seem claustrophobic, when compared to the arcing sky and open plains of the Pilbara, with its feeling of infinite space that overwhelms and dwarfs everything within it. For many hours, our four -wheel drive has lumbered along a rutted earthen track,...

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Cold Turkey

It’s Christmas Eve on the mine site. Daisy, Nigel and Bernard, three dedicated security officers, are on mobile patrol.  Santa Claus is delivering presents to all the good boys and girls.  Miners certainly like their toys.  The entire state is lit up like a Christmas tree, with an extensive network of mining complexes, which makes his job a lot easier.  He reaches the Pilbara coast, illuminated by the spectacular flare tower at the recently-commissioned gas plant. ...

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Journey

Those who’ve walked this road before me Those who travel parallel Those unseen, unheard and unbecome Are as spirits keen On each and every stage and page In all of space and kindly face

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Waiting for the Mining Boom

I am not learning anything! The cool executive chef stands on the cool, tiled floor, slightly taken-aback.  Its 10.30am:  two tedious hours away from a clear sink and a clear mind.  My ambitions swirl anti-clockwise down the drain, along with the sloppy detritus  of yet another morning, (another week, another month, another year, another lifetime?) working in a commercial kitchen.  Plus, there is gunk in the plughole again from the previous shift.  The dedicated waitress...

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Go West Now

I stride away from the inner-city office, almost tasting the job offer in my mouth.  Sweet, so tantalisingly sweet.  My right hand tingles from the manager’s parting handshake.  My left hand holds her sharp business card.  ‘Good luck’, she promises, looking me straight in the eye.  On edgy Sydney Road (the best thing to come out of Melbourne?), I raise my right arm to shoulder-height, and turn my open hand to face the miserable mid-winter sky.  The whole world sits...

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Red Dog Dream

After the crash the stray came back, scratching at the door, haunting us like a phantom. Mum rang the ranger. They took him away. We were afraid. He viciously nipped us kids as if was his right: his right to fight, his right to bite.

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Four Seasons in One Day

Mid-morning drizzle gives welcome way to lunchtime sunshine.  Melbourne switches her light off and on and off and on like a big tease, casting the fickle spring weather into an unpredictable burlesque routine.  She is stacked and packed with meticulously-planned incidentals: delightful laneways, places, squares, steps, cafés, bars, commissioned public art, more cafés, graffiti galleries, gardens, glances, yet more cafés.  Suits routinely lunch their staff in the same restaurants...

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Gatehouse Blues

The dusking coastal sky glows blood-orange and indigo over the port.  A discordant industrial symphony trips 24/7 – except when cyclones and incidents halt production – shattering the original hum of the country.  Trains shunt like viciously-whipped xylophones; conveyor alarms suddenly scream; substations drone infernal; percussive plate metal clashes; airborne dust churns and turns into chaotic red clouds.   A busload of work-weary contractors prepares to exit...

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The anticipation builds…

The pre-selection committee have just completed their first walk through all the pieces submitted for the 2011 Hedland Art Awards! Currently, they are performing a second walk-through viewing each artwork with expert eyes to determine which pieces will be displayed for this very special exhibition. This committee is using the utmost care and consideration in compiling this exhibition. Later, the chosen pieces will be judged by a separate group of experts whose brag sheets...

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