The unwinding tar ribbon fluctuates, challenges, unnerves. Ripples, ruts and road kill speeds past beneath us; bloated lumps of fur and grotesque smears along the dotted white line. When I am not driving, I am gazing out the window, admiring the sun draped hillside. When I am on the road, I am home. AdvertisementsRead More Home
A collection of photos from Tasmania, Spring/Summer 2014. What you see is what you get.Read More My Island Home: A Glimpse
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 […]Read More Road Trip Snaps
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 […]Read More Home: A Note from West Aus.
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 […]Read More Nights on the Nullarbor