I discovered another humpy this week. This one was much larger. Made from scrap sheets of corrugated iron. Situated under a bridge in a criss cross of over passes and freeways. The area itself is industrial. With train yards on the left and buildings on the right. The creek, at this point in its journey out to sea, begins to open out and become swampy. Occasionally you see a large white herron stalking its banks. The beauty of Creation can grab your attention in the grimiest settings. The only real traffic along this section of the path are cyclists. The only sounds, that of freeway traffic overhead and trains. I wonder what Christmas is like living in a humpy? Do you pine for all the trappings of our consumer society as you gaze into the fire at night?