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Taking a Punt

PAUSE

My window of opportunity came on the Punt Road bridge, perched in a silver carriage at Richmond Station, as I headed into work. 

Below me was an empty Punt Road, the north-south nightmare which is Melbourne's usually clogged arterial.

A police car stood at the lights and in the distance a cluster of fire-trucks waited outside the petrol station. 

I checked our online site and scanned Twitter.  Not much in, just mention of a gas leak. 'More to come'...

So I snapped a pic through the smeared glass of a Metro train.










In it went with me via email as I entered the building. I was published on Punt!

Websites are a flow of information with unpredictable blockages, overloads, leaks and outages. They also offer windows, little snapshots of the world. 

My pic entered the ether of the Internet, lived online for a few developing hours, then fell away from the traffic as events flowed over it. Though the link lives on, it won't ever again be seen live on the mobile site, by commuters sighing about another Punt Road #fail That has to be a good thing.

RESUME

Postscript: story link now posted on The Punt Road Project's Facebook site. 

Sometime in the next few months, my story will be up on The Punt Road Project's website too: musings on Punt Road as the escape route from the immersion of motherhood back to my oxygen-starved brain. Arteries, storylines and bookclub converge to the sound of the stereo turned up LOUD.

Keep a watch on @PuntRoadProject on Twitter at https://twitter.com/PuntRoadProject for ongoing stories written about Punt Road.





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  1. Oh, I love the fact that your photo is saved for posterity! And a very engaging writing style too - I really enjoyed it! Cheers, Helen

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    1. That's very kind, Helen! I was playing at being a 'citizen journalist', so it was fun to have my pic, with a credit, posted online. Thanks for the compliment on my writing style! Now, to write more. Anna

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