I had this weird rellie from Norway, some kinda poet who stayed in Freo for a while.
Stoned most of the time.
But he took the above pic and wrote this on his old typewriter:

fremantle, 31 Dec 99, 35 degrees, humid, and counting
the australian version

a red wheelbarrow
depends so much
upon a limestone wall
glazed with hose water
beside the pink boardshorts

Sledge