What’s happening in our neck of the woods and in other necks not so woody
Picasso: All art is theft.
And it’s not just their visual beauty . . . the dawn chorus is awesome at this time of the year and probably good for you . .
Alexander Nehamas is frustrated by ‘the failure’ of our imagination: ‘We don’t realize that most everything is contingent, that things could be different.’
Eos wants to rewild my mind . . .
Where we live – three walks ~ poems and photographs Wednesday Oct 4 The wood’s exhalation is palpable after two days of rain, after 4 months of dry, black bars slant shadow across the aqueous air. Above our heads a Golden Whistler sings from a rickety branch, his whole body vibrating urgently responding to a […]
I discovered a wonderful musician, read a few poems and gave a brief introduction to the origins of National Parks in Australia.
One of 50 odd community actions happening across Australia on Saturday Oct 8, spelling out what we need to do!
orange trumpet flowers
from a mistletoe scatter the poem without end . . .
Photographs from a remediated antimony mine Urunga, NSW
It was a humid night with rain forecast and at dusk the fireflies put on a spectacular show, many more than last year and a week earlier.