I was lucky: I went hitchhiking and encountered goodness all the way
Category - People
A journey begins. A journey ends. A journey begins again...
On the late, great, Mr John Clarke.
I help you. You help me. We get to help each other. Such are the joys of travel.
In praise of a writer with a feel for life - its beauty and its terror.
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.