It was 1973 and we were young. We had just arrived in a small rural town in Alberta, Canada, and were all bright eyed and bushy tailed, excited to be living in a “foreign” country. Everything was new. Strange vowelly … Continue reading Watergate: the Series
I did nothing, but in hindsight, it was the best action I could have chosen. The spring has reinvigorated our garden and our front yard has become a very busy place. The native shrubs are flowering and while there still … Continue reading Suburbia
All that glitters is not gold but nuggets can be found quite by accident. Yesterday I stubbed my toe on such a nugget and quite by chance. It was nearly midday and we had been watching the film “Frozen” with … Continue reading All that glitters………
The Australian inland is vast and ferociously beautiful. Evidence of fertile times, now long past. The low flat horizon, the sun, glowing like a sustained nuclear explosion, rising relentlessly each morning and searing the cracking rocks and dry creek beds … Continue reading Missing
Can someone teach you how to write? I mean how to write something that other people might just want to read. Maybe even pay money to read! Anne Lamont thinks so. She does just that in real life. She teaches … Continue reading Who? Me?
At first we thought it was a bird. A high frequency chirp as we rolled down the highway towards Hebel under a clear cobalt blue sky. A few kilometres along the road, it happened again. Our ears were more attuned … Continue reading Electronics on the Highway
Walking beside the putty coloured Bollonne River, the sky an unbelievable and brilliant blue, the sun warm, still a friend, not yet an enemy, and the trees along the river bank seemingly freshly painted with the soft pastels of ochre … Continue reading Indigenous Dreams
At the End of the Day 