Close-up and Personal – an exceedingly generous profile, courtesy of Melanie Jean Juneau of `Blogcatalog’
Having discovered a rather humbling profile of myself RIGHT HERE, I must thank the respected Canadian writer `motherofnine' for her kind words. Meeting Melanie some time back - via the world blogging communities of Blogcatalog and Broowaha - I've come to know her as a...
Lost and Found – a splendid memory (Cape Arid, Western Australia)
Our truck bumps from side to side, the wheels in deeply rutted tracks. Nearer our coastal camp, scrub turns to woodland and we both lurch to the left as I drop a gear and edge across a scary slab of sloping stone. Back on sand it’s our final descent, to a wild coast...
Faces of Fame – an ode to John Wilson St
A face stares out from my PC screen: a suited-up man about 30yrs old, the boyish face round, the hairline receding. I see a clean face, but for the sparing outline of a beard. I see a thin mouth, the eyes narrowed and slightly turned, the face of a man who killed...
My First Interview – courtesy of Alana Munro of Google’s `Support-a-Writer’.
To be perfectly honest, the only things I knew about the town of Karratha until recently, was that it was somewhere up in the northwest Australian outback, and the commercial centre of the Pilbara region; Karratha taking its name from the indigenous language meaning...
Soul Searching – a sense in ancient science (South Island, New Zealand)
We linger in the dark after coffee, among deserted café chairs of bleached wooden slats, tables and simple benches. The air smells of seaweed, salt and garlic. The night cries of wheeling gulls float across Moeraki Harbour – ‘sleepy sky’ in Maori – as little blue...
Versatile Blogger Award 2013 – crikey! a third blog award.
Thanks so much to Melanie (motherofnine9) for thinking of my humble blog for this award, being one of the 1st BC members to touch base with me on joining this great community. Melanie is well respected in blogging circles, a warm human being, a prolific writer and a...
Private Wars – `lest we forget’ (Melbourne, Australia)
I met Becky in the supermarket dairy aisle; a vivacious 40-something, born and raised locally. I’d seen her around, but we’d never met before Ed reappeared. I asked how my old friend was. “Not so good,” she said. “Still can’t sleep. And he really struggles with...
Down in the Lucky Country – beggars, charlatons and thieves (Melbourne, Australia)
Straight from a long lunch, I raised my umbrella and headed for the pedestrian bridge. Crossing the river, I turned onto the station path; Melbourne cold and soaked after six days rain. I recall the soulful sounds of an upright two-string Vietnamese fiddle...
Topknots and Talking Stones – the sinking of Easter Island (Chile)
I’m met at the airstrip by Toi my guide, with a vice-like handshake and welcoming lei of yellow bougainvillea draped around my neck. Two skinny girls in grass skirts and goosebumps serenade to the strains of a ukulele played by a man in a knitted jacket over an...
Epically Awesome Award of Epic Awesomeness 2013 – my blog’s second award!
Haha, a new award, and quite a mouthful. But an award from a respected blogger is gratefully accepted; so thanks heaps to Diary of an Internet Nobody for thinking of my writing, and its recent evolution into a modest blog. `An aging hippy living in Devon', Dale...