There are moments in life that I’ve wasted – hours spent watching mediocre television; listening to speakers with nothing to say; crying into a cheap glass of wine over an … Continue reading →
I must have passed the metal fabricators on Blende Street dozens of times, mostly driving to the supermarket, sometimes cycling, once or twice walking. It’s next to the TAFE, opposite … Continue reading →
When I took these photos I felt happy. I was glad to be back in Broken Hill, keen to explore the town we used to call home, looking forward to … Continue reading →
“…and you too have come into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled with light, and to shine.” Mary Oliver I planned to go to Bilpin … Continue reading →
Do you have a story to tell? Most of us do, whether it’s our own or someone else’s. But where do you start? If you live in Broken Hill, there’s … Continue reading →
You never know what you’ll find in Broken Hill’s fabulous cooperative bookshop, aptly named Under the Silver Tree. A couple of months ago, when we were visiting Broken Hill, I … Continue reading →
There’s a native Christmas bush in our front garden tucked between the peace lily and the climbing fig. It’s partially hidden and quite small, so even though I pass it … Continue reading →
…the day we went to Manly. It was a picture perfect day in Sydney yesterday, so we took a few hours off. On a whim we caught the ferry to Manly, … Continue reading →
It’s autumn here in Sydney, winter is only a month away and our small back yard is pretending it’s still summer. The leaves on the frangipani hold resolute, fat lemons … Continue reading →
It’s Shakespeare’s birthday this Sunday, as well as the day he died. He was 52. On Wednesday we joined an audience crammed into a small room above The Toxteth pub in … Continue reading →