Love Letter to the City

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Sun comes up over city lights.
Street urchins devoured the night.

One person peering out the window sees
another person doing the same
five meters away
yet we’ll never speak to each other
or know each other’s names…
probably.

The city scape isn’t daunting
like the desolating landscape of the country.
In both places though,
the sunrises are lovely.

Life’s a treat.
Let’s go out and wander the streets,
find some decent eats,
dodge the street sweepers,
say hello to the street sleepers,
never know who you might meet.

However many million men, women and children,
life can be resilient
in the heart of the city.
I dreamt that I was here
walking down pavements and alleys,
writing in hideaway cafes,
making myself happy

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My Island Home: A Glimpse

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A collection of photos from Tasmania, Spring/Summer 2014.

What you see is what you get.

Road Trip Snaps

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Here is a small collection of photos from our most recent road trip back to Tasmania from Perth, Western Australia.

We had everything left that we owned packed into our station wagon by clown car standards. It took more than 7 repacks; none of those are fond memories.

For something different, we went via Esperence in WA and down the Great Ocean Road in Victoria (instead of the far quicker, less challenging highways).

The whole trip was over 4000km and took 5 days driving, plus 1 night on the ferry.

I didn’t take nearly as many photos as I would have liked, but I had my hands full with a 2 year old and 100% of the driving responsibility.

The blank spaces make me want to go and do it all over again.

 

New Project: Sheplife Tour Photos

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I love Australian Hip Hop.
I love listening to it in my car, learning the lyrics and watching it live on stage.

In November last year (’14), I had the pleasure of being in the crowd at the Republic Bar in Hobart when Briggs’ Sheplife Tour hit town.

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Dunn D at Republic Bar, Hobart 2014

The night brought together local Tasmanian hip hop artists Dunn D, DJ Dameza and DJ Mad, as well as Mildura-born MC Philly, and Mr. Briggs himself.

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Philly on stage at Republic Bar, Hobart, 2014

The crowd was pumping – with testosterone especially – and a humorous atmosphere was facilitated by great beats and full grit.

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DJ Dameza introducing Briggs, Republic Bar, Hobart 2014

Briggs is larger than life.

If you have the chance, check out any of these artists. They are all down-to-earth guys following their passions: who doesn’t aspire to that?

Check out the full gallery here.

Home: A Note from West Aus.

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Tasmania: hauntingly strange, painfully familiar, achingly far. It has an unsettling call that lashes wildly across ocean and desert; a spirited place with a frozen echo.

The island is both epically beautiful, and sincerely tragic, with rugged and brutal truths that were written in a long forgotten secret language.

Roads weave endlessly over steep rises and around sharp corners; you can feel the lingering nostalgia in the isolation, and hear the land whispering and murmuring to itself through the wind.

It is indescribable, and it is fascinating. It is cryptic, it is desolate, it is lonely. It is perfect.

I can’t wait to feel the cold air on my face.

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Nights on the Nullarbor

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The Nullarbor Plain: it’s that stretch of semi-arid landscape, on the coast between the desert and the coast on the Great Australian Bight, where the sky opens up and the horizon appears unreachable. It’s a place where the wind is hollow and an echo could ring out for a day, without another living soul having heard it. It’s where the road, an endless black ribbon, unravels beneath the feet and wheels of those who travel it, and fragments of the past, ghosts of history, linger in the bristling calm.

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Blitzing across this flat land, we are not oblivious to its mysteries, but we are genetically unequipped to understand them. Alone or in company, it’s only natural to run out of things to talk about. We hurtle along, silent, invincible, but relatively insignificant. The sun hunts us as we speed due west, but out here, it always beats you to that line between the land and the sky.