A few people have asked me what’s involved in a typical brew day, so I’ve attempted to compress the process into a 60 second video. Hope you enjoy it.
Omphalotus nidiformis - aka ‘Ghost fungus’. Found growing on a tree stump.
The effect produced by it upon the traveller, when on a dark night he comes suddenly upon it glowing in the woods, is startling; for to a person unacquainted with this phenomenon the pale, livid, and deadly light emanating from it conveys to him an impression of something supernatural, and often causes no little degree of terror in weak minds or in those willing to believe in supernatural agencies.
- Mordecai Cubitt Cooke
Here is a little teaser of the Patrick Blanc inspired ‘green wall’ I’ve been working on, to beautify an otherwise exposed concrete section of the brewery facade.
It consists of perspex sheet backing boards, two layers of synthetic felt (moisture retention mat) and some galvanised chicken wire, retained by ironbark strips on each side. A copper basin at the bottom catches the nutrient-rich water as it trickles down the felt via capillary action, before recirculating back to the top via a submersible pump powered by a small solar panel, enabling automatic watering whenever the sun is shining.
The wall is sparsely planted for now, consisting of sun-tolerant native rainforest species including ferns, grasses, collected on the property. Hopefully as the plants thrive and more are added the grey felt and wire will disappear behind a mass of lush greenery.
The wall faces north (the sunny side down here, for the hemispherically challenged reader), which I expect will present an issue in the summer. The wall has a decent eave overhang, but I may need devise some sort of shading nonetheless.
No doubt I still have plenty of learning and troubleshooting ahead of me, but I am already finding myself eyeing off ‘unused’ walls around the house where this could work…
What of architectural beauty I now see, I know has gradually grown from within outward, out of the necessities and character of the indweller, who is the only builder—out of some unconscious truthfulness, and nobleness, without ever a thought for the appearance and whatever additional beauty of this kind is destined to be produced will be preceded by a like unconscious beauty of life.
—Henry David Thoreau