OK, I have a whole bunch of posts half-done and awaiting the final push to force them into shape and spewed out to an indifferent world. The problem is that they are all rather complicated and serious, which is a difficult look to sustain around here. In the meantime, things need to keep inching forward. …
I think I may have mentioned a passion for cycling at some point in this saga. It’s something that goes back a long way, with short interruptions for loveless dalliances with motorcycles, Ford Anglias and utes. Like the archetypical beardy hipster, I’m claiming I was into it before it was trendy. The thing is, it's …
Braidwood’s a great place to observe Australia’s love affair with the motor vehicle. It’s perfectly natural that a country where distances are large, cities and towns are far apart, and both business and leisure require people and goods to be carted about constantly, should invest a lot of time and money in its cars. Like …
Anyone notice how often rainbows appear in my pics of Braidwood? It really is quite uncanny – they seem to pop up a lot around here. I’m not sure whether it’s just the season for rainbows, or if there’s something about the area itself, but there they are, every few days. Judeo-Christian lore tells us …
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