Into The West
It was only the rainforest moon, hanging like a beacon in the eastern sky… Continue reading Into The West
It was only the rainforest moon, hanging like a beacon in the eastern sky… Continue reading Into The West
Nothing beside remains. Round the decayof that colossal wreck, boundless and barethe lone and level sands stretch far away… – … Continue reading Vanishing Points
I no longer feel as though I am walking on the moon; I am back on the good Earth. Continue reading Walking on the Moon
I live and breathe the silences and dust where no man reigns… – Cold Chisel, Wild … Continue reading Ghosts of Cooper Creek
Every surface, every tree, every stone, every blade of grass seems to absorb the sun’s light, bend it into gentle new spectrums, then radiate it back into the air. Continue reading River Song
And then I thought, “Well fuck this”… Continue reading Sgt. Dan the Creamota Man
Wandering among the graves, I am struck by the thought that it was from quiet country parishes like this that many of New Zealand’s early settlers came from and that maybe, just maybe, one of my own ancestors may have once walked in this very place. Continue reading Fifty Shades of Green
Hong Kong has a secret alter ego. Beyond Stanley – a trendy seaside suburb on a peninsula suspended from the … Continue reading A WALK ACROSS THE ROOFTOPS
Out here nothing changes, not in a hurry anyway. You feel the endlessness, running on the light of day… … Continue reading Wide Awake in Dreamland
With cold steel bayonets gleaming, in sodden seas of blood. They raced towards the stronghold, all in a crimson flood,Such … Continue reading The Light Horse