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 …
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 …
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 …
Yesterday, as I was out on a run with Archie, covering part of the same hilly dirt road we follow when stalking raptors, I had one of those disconnected meditative processes running seems to induce. It was on a long uphill gradient and into the teeth of a wind gusting out of the west at …
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 …
It's been a good year for the biking -- so far, anyway. With the diminution of La Niña, which contrived to soak us over the span of two summers, we have finally had enough dryness to string together a decent series of rides. Your author's progress chart on Strava looks less like a close-up of …
I'm sure I've mentioned previously that one of the great hazards to Australian cyclists is the swooping Magpie. The males do this to protect their nest when their eggs have been laid. In other words, in spring. In other other words, now. And if you look at that beak, you can see why being subject …
It’s inevitable that being something of a cycling fan, your country-bound correspondent’s interest has been piqued by the label on local maps that denotes the ‘former Hibernian Bicycle Racing Track’ just down other end of Duncan Street. It’s on someone’s land now, so I haven’t been able to have a sticky-beak, but what a tantalising …
Quite a few of the photography accounts on Twitter do this thing on a Saturday (Friday if they're in the US) where they summarise the week in photos. Posts like that are great -- a few fleeting images that tell you a whole lot about the events of the last seven days. We're going to …
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