They huddled in the trees along the banks of the  creek watching the orange digger approach.  This was their creek, along  which they used to play, along which they danced and sung and celebrated  the turning of the seasons. 
The concrete paths got laid, the fences were built,  the pile of stone and metal got larger and larger.  How shall we fight  it, they cried, how shall we keep our creek, how shall we get the power  we need to save it. 
The digger came closer, threatening…
They banded together and called down the strongest  power they knew – they called the Sun, harnessed it, trapped it in the  creek. 
Now they ask themselves – how shall we use this power.
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image: Renee Hobbes

They huddled in the trees along the banks of the creek watching the orange digger approach.  This was their creek, along which they used to play, along which they danced and sung and celebrated the turning of the seasons. 

The concrete paths got laid, the fences were built, the pile of stone and metal got larger and larger.  How shall we fight it, they cried, how shall we keep our creek, how shall we get the power we need to save it. 

The digger came closer, threatening…

They banded together and called down the strongest power they knew – they called the Sun, harnessed it, trapped it in the creek. 

Now they ask themselves – how shall we use this power.

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image: Renee Hobbes

They tried to hang on for as long as they could. 
The current parking lot of the MCG used to be a  meeting place.  For thousands of years the tribes would gather, they  would meet, they would trade, they would solve disputes, they would  arrange marriages, friends and families would join together to remember  old times.  Slowly things changed, then quicker, the strangers came,  they brought the city to life, awoke the beast, changed the rivers to  roads and the forests to parkland. 
Today, the remnants exist, they can be hard to find and you have to know what you are looking for.
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image & text: Renee Hobbes

They tried to hang on for as long as they could. 

The current parking lot of the MCG used to be a meeting place.  For thousands of years the tribes would gather, they would meet, they would trade, they would solve disputes, they would arrange marriages, friends and families would join together to remember old times.  Slowly things changed, then quicker, the strangers came, they brought the city to life, awoke the beast, changed the rivers to roads and the forests to parkland. 

Today, the remnants exist, they can be hard to find and you have to know what you are looking for.

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image & text: Renee Hobbes

Seed 14
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image: Renee Hobbes

Seed 14

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image: Renee Hobbes