Synecdoche, New York (2008)
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We traded the wind and the broken jetties for the stillness of the valley. Ending the journey here, among the ancient vines and stone cottages, feels like a soft landing after the rugged coast. The air is warmer, the light is golden, and the only crashing waves are those stirred willingly in a glass of Shiraz.
The wind hits different here on the Fleurieu. It whips across the gulf, bending the scrub and battering the coastline. The last time I stood on this coast 30 years ago, these jetties still reached out into the water. Returning now, they have been reclaimed by the sea, reduced to skeletal pylons by the relentless waves.
The silence of the Coorong and the flow of the Murray River both die here. At this strange, significant convergence, the Southern Ocean at the end of the world finally swallows the fresh water that brings bounty to the interior and the endless shore of the Coorong.