Today let's look at something other than raptors or Kingfishers. I’ve always been a bit snobbish about photographing Galahs (Eolophus roseicapilla)— they’re not as sexy as raptors— but this one was having such a good time scoffing grass seeds, I had to have a go at creating a sequence. Then I found out that they’re …
Thought I'd share a few of those 'signature' bike-panning photos I tend to take when visiting various cities around the place. Not that we've been doing that much of late, but then these obsessive records of ordinary bike folk do go back a couple of decades. These examples are all from Australia through the years. …
The Kestrels have continued to offer all kinds of photography opportunity in the last few weeks, and we'll get to all that at some point, but for now let's have a look at a bit of a phenomenon from the good old Block of Flats. In short, I was on an errand in the car …
Among last time's guff about metaphors and their relationship to reality, I confidently stated that the phrase 'toeing the line' came from lining up on the running track to start a sprint. Seems yet again I was wrong! Hard to believe, I know. Actually, it comes from our language's deep and rich roots in Britain …
Bodies, eh? We've all got one, haven't we? It's one of those things all people have in common -- and which has all kinds of implications for how we interact with the world; indeed, implications for the universe and everything in it. But let's not go too far down the road of phenomenological theory, which …
You may have intuited from the odd subtle reference herein that I do rather like to head out on a bicycle now and then, to explore the countryside hereabouts, air out the lungs, and best of all, give the psyche a good rev. Most of these expeditions are uneventful, which is a good thing when …
So, as is traditional at this time of year, we went on holiday. Put briefly, the idea was to make our way to the UK to reunite with friends and family not seen since before the pandemic. For a variety of reasons we need not concern ourselves with now, we decided to go in short, …
It's ANZAC Day again and with it comes the annual stew of conflicting feelings you get when you have the kind of complicated background someone like me has. On the one hand, there's the sadness and loss you feel for young people, whatever army they found themselves in, for whatever reason, who died young, possibly …
You may recall my thigh-slapping account of how I was never invited back to look after my poetry professor's house after a goshawk flattened her precious seedlings, rendering her planting plans for her secret garden moot. Well, strap in readers, because that was just half of the tale. And just to add to the hilarity, …
Isn't it a bother having to think about making a living all the time? There's so much more we could be doing with our time than working for the Man -- but here we are, dedicating the best years of our lives, and the best time of each weekday, doing boring stuff to put food …
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