If one can have such a thing, this is my favourite post but I should be using the past tense: it was my favourite post. Last Friday, when I crossed the railway bridge at the Flemington produce market, Ang pointed out that it and its companions down the line have disappeared. He once laughed at me when I took a photograph of it but now I’m glad I did. These once trees will probably become fire wood, at last returning to ash. I love the memory of it still.