My Grandma lived across the road ...
from a tannery at Botany ...
I remember the smell ...
there was never a second thought about leather ...
about where it came from ...
how it got there.
so I went along for a squizz ...
there was wall to wall, room after room of leather ...
bags, mats ...
shelves of leather in every colour imaginable.
My brain was on overload at the creative possibilities ...
till I turned round ...
... had that been a cow or a bull?
The leopard we saw was printed as it's "protected".
We saw leather that was "not protected".
Bill who looked after us ...
remembered the Botany tannery ...
he told us there used to be five tannery's in Sydney.
Bill gave me an armful of remnants ...
wearing my new leather boots ...
I left there ...
entranced from a creative perspective ...
sad from an animal lovers perspective ...
totally flummoxed.
Love to hear what you think.