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 …
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 …
Yesterday, you may recall, we went down to the Shoalhaven River in the rain and while observing the rising flood, cast a desultory eye about for a chance gold nugget or two. It turns out there’s a name for this activity. And that name is ‘fossicking’. I love this word – it seems just right …
Braidwood owes its existence largely to mankind's lust for easy and unreasonably abundant wealth. As previously mentioned, gold was discovered around these parts in 1851, leading to an influx of adventurers with dollar signs in their eyes, fixated on scoring big and setting themselves up for a life of leisure and luxury. The contrast between …
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