When you're immobilised for a while, you have a lot of time to think. Recent events caused me to ponder the massive effort we put into finding meaning in this thing called life -- or imposing one on it, really. And what better way is there to provide some insight into, some context around, the …
When I was a student, back in the early '80s, among the staples of our mixed tapes would be a song or two by moustachioed singer-songwriter Jim Croce -- he of 'Mad, Bad, Leroy Brown' and funereal weepy 'Time in a Bottle' fame. Although it rapidly became deeply uncool to like Jim as New Wave …
You know how, in movies or novels about private detectives, the grizzled, shopworn gumshoe or cop says, "There's no such thing as coincidences, kid," or, more sophisticatedly, "if we assume it's a coincidence, kid, that leaves us nowhere to go"? This is something a bit along those lines. Without the involvement of anyone you could …
OK so this one is fraught with rabbit-hole risk, so I'm going to have to keep it tight. That's because it's about very complicated cross-cultural interconnections and disconnections -- boring really, with not much to reveal about life the universe or anything. As I so often have to say, though, bear with me -- there …
It wasn't always raptors and platypuses, you know. For this photographer at least, subject matter and even genre has been a moveable feast depending on -- primarily -- place. Without subjecting you all to a journey back in time to the beginnings of my obsession with photography, let's just say that the current blossoming started …
That train trip to Sydney a few weeks ago brought to mind another journey which nearly landed me in the cells at Her (late) Majesty’s pleasure. It must have been about 1995, a lovely summer, and I was off to the Edinburgh Festival. My sister and her husband lived in Auld Reekie, in a tiny …
It's a phenomenon of the current global macroeconomic and geopolitical situation that Braidwood is suffering from a shortage of good staff for its various pubs and eateries. Our town is well-served by some excellent places to grab a bite, but one has already been forced to close due to a lack of a chef. Good …
Sitting here in my 'studio' on a rare sunny Friday, I've been interrupted in my critical creative pursuits by a series of cartons of wine, arriving as if by magic on the Corner Cottage doorstep. It's like Bacchus took over Santa's job for a day and hijacked his sleigh for the purposes of transporting booze. …
You may recall that the previous raptor post drew heavily on pious English poet Gerard Manley Hopkins to relay the beauty and power of these birds. But there's enough to be said about mankind's fascination with raptors to fill a plethora of books -- the ancient sport of falconry, for a start, is one of …
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