People in the old days had a connection with darkness. I think of my grandfather rising at 4am, dressing in the dark, stumbling out to the kitchen to light a lamp, walking out into the dimness to collect water from the tank, and then perhaps down to the woodheap for more wood, and back to make the fire, to boil the kettle. His world was the soft dim light of lamps and candles, the grey light of dusk, the pinkish light of morning, the bluish-black of midnight. No street lights or headlights or light switches or sensor lights. Power came from the flame…
This article by Colleen O’Sullivan appeared in the Mudgee Guardian, 15 October 2012.
The featured image shows electric poles and lights in Angus Avenue Kandos.
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