White noise, blue sky
Category - Culture
With thanks and praise for friendships that transcend time and place.
Lost and found: at home in the game.
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.