With thanks and praise for friendships that transcend time and place.
Category - People
I was lucky: I went hitchhiking and encountered goodness all the way
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.