The Past Beneath the Present
It is raining in Reefton. The air smells exactly as I imagine it has for generations: rain, coal smoke and … Continue reading The Past Beneath the Present
It is raining in Reefton. The air smells exactly as I imagine it has for generations: rain, coal smoke and … Continue reading The Past Beneath the Present
In his book Riding the Iron Rooster, the American travel writer Paul Theroux described train travel as “a luxurious form of convalescence.” His travel stories The Great Railway Bazaar, The Happy Isles of Oceania, and Riding the Iron Rooster were inspirational in my becoming a travel writer. And sitting here in the enveloping warmth of the train’s cafe car, surrounded by luxurious food and drink I, too, feel as though I’m convalescing, with nothing but my reflection in the big window for company. Continue reading Riding the Silver Lines
“I dig my toes into the sand;The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds,strewn across a blue blanket…”– Incubus, Wish You … Continue reading THE CITY OF LIGHT
“When vegetation rioted on the earth and the big trees were kings…” – Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness North of Westport, … Continue reading NORTH BY NORTH-WEST
…and light takes on a life of its own. Continue reading The High Road to Central
The finest workers in stone are not copper or steel tools, but the gentle touches of air and water working … Continue reading THE FOREST OF STONE
But one thing is certain though: he was a tough bastard. You had to be to survive out in the … Continue reading The Legend of Mackenzie.
Turn your face to the sunand the shadows fall behind you.– Maori Proverb I meet the coast at Fortrose. The … Continue reading Coasting the Catlins
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