The Grey-headed Flying Foxes are all on the move in an alternate world of nectar and moonlight.
Tibias and fibulas are bleached, piled like a genocide.
'we understand how rare this whole game is and that for all practical purposes we are alone.' Marcelo Gleiser
This intense red, he explains, is when Creator Beings Birrugan and his father Yuludarla (Ulidarra) come together.
The two rivers run away to the mist, still ferrying the flood’s mangled timber . . .
A new year and new projects . . .
I wanted to write a poem that conversed with the image, and with the work of a woman battling to…
The population of Eastern Curlews in Australia has declined by more than half, just in the last 25 years .…
Home is the pilgrimage, arrival through the garden.
Photography is a marvellous discovery, a science that has attracted the greatest intellects, an art that excites the most astute…