What’s happening in our neck of the woods and in other necks not so woody
I end this journal waiting for the results of our COVID-19 test.
Curlews are the antithesis of kitsch and have a lot more going for them in terms of repaying attention . . .
An unforeseen happening: a ball that bounces back . . .
Listen. This whole continent is filled with the power of the Dreaming . . .
Once a population is uprooted, so too are their languages and histories rendered irrelevant . .
I wander through the emptied city, landmarks changing so rapidly.
The fluffy chick claws its way to the surface, the adult male immediately kicks leaf litter at his offspring and sends the toddle Brush Turkey packing.
A Sea Eagle is in possession of a small fish, almost colliding with a Brahminy Kite carrying a mouthful of nesting material.
I saw one of my favourite paintings again hanging on the kitchen wall. James Dixon’s ‘Tory Island’.
There is a welcome concert. Outside, an elderly man sells balloons . . .