Lost and found: at home in the game.
Category - Culture
On the late, great, Mr John Clarke.
In praise of a writer with a feel for life - its beauty and its terror.
Long-term travel can be rewarding. The hard part is coming home and making sense of it. That, too, is a form of travel.
March, 2010. A pub in Williamstown. My wedding day. 'Re: Stacks' by Bon Iver.
Three-quarter time at the local football ground: sunshine, mud and poetry.
He swims. Almost every morning and usually before sunrise. In any season. In any weather. And never in a wetsuit.
When the weather is good and the tide is right, Joe goes fishing, down where the Yarra River meets Port Phillip Bay.
By the Maribyrnong River, Melbourne, the most improbable sight: a 16-metre statue of the Heavenly Queen.
Who really listens? Who can go the distance? In praise of those who try...