I’ll never let you go If you promise not to fade away… – Muse, Starlight Dusk on The Esplanade. As the evening hubbub of Cairns comes alive, I sit at a corner table at the Coast Roast… Continue reading NORTHERN LIGHT
The inlets and coves, slotted into the coastline like notches on a sailor’s knife handle… I was jumped on by a possum at Curio Bay. Now that’s not a sentence you’ll read very often. It was just after ten o’clock at night and I was standing on a headland overlooking the bay, with surf booming… Continue reading Moonlight Encounter
But one thing is certain though: he was a tough bastard. You had to be to survive out in the hills. On Sunday March 4, 1855, James Mackenzie made camp below the summit of a mountain pass. Nearby, on a small flat where two streams met, a flock of 1000 sheep grazed, guarded by Mackenzie’s… Continue reading The Legend of Mackenzie.
“I thought of all the songs I’d sung About this Outback track, And that is how this vision came to me…” – Slim Dusty, Along the Road of Song. Beyond Bourke, a one-dog-town on the banks of the Darling River in Western New South Wales, the single lane bitumen road gives way to a rutted outback… Continue reading Corner Country
Turn your face to the sunand the shadows fall behind you.– Maori Proverb I meet the coast at Fortrose. The road makes an abrupt turn eastward and follows the edge of a tussock-fringed lagoon. A brisk sea-breeze ruffles the water and whips around huddled masses of white-baiters, crouched expectantly over their nets in the muddy… Continue reading Coasting the Catlins
Caught up in another dream,
drifting on a blue ocean…
– Gerry Rafferty, The Right Moment
You can feel the distance.
It carries a weight that’s heavier than anything.
It was only the rainforest moon, hanging like a beacon in the eastern sky…
Nothing beside remains. Round the decayof that colossal wreck, boundless and barethe lone and level sands stretch far away… – Percy Bysshe Shelly, Ozymandius. At Curdimurka Siding, the windows of an abandoned railway station stare sightlessly out onto a landscape of grey saltbush and red dirt. The roots of a coolibah tree have cracked and… Continue reading Vanishing Points
I no longer feel as though I am walking on the moon; I am back on the good Earth.