In May this year my parents went to Japan for three weeks. It’s the first time they’ve been overseas in almost twelve years, and the longest time they’ve been overseas without my brother and I since 1985. When they came back they borrowed my laptop to show my aunts their travel photos. When they returned the laptop the photos were still on it. I looked through, and noticed myself smiling … Continue reading My dad smiling ::
I’ve had three blogs prior to this one. None of them exist today. I designed them for specific purposes and named them accordingly. That was their death knell. When I became disinterested in that purpose or felt constrained, the blog went to the glue factory. So when I started ‘Swimming with Elephants’, my chief desire was that it survive. I had to defuse my desire … Continue reading Why swim with elephants? ::
The train station was deserted. It was a country rail station with Victorian style lampposts casting pools of light up and down the platform. I smoked a joint and paced in front of one of the benches on the platform. I had an eight-hour overnight train ride ahead of me and needed to use my legs and unwind. The only sound came from crickets in … Continue reading 24 hours in Melbourne — Part one ::
Port Vila slums, Vanuatu :: Bath time. Continue reading Port Vila slums, Vanuatu ::
Fez, Morocco :: They hand you a bunch of fresh mint to hold over your mouth and nose before they show you where the world’s leather comes from. Continue reading Fez, Morocco ::
The Pinnacle Nature Reserve ::
Helping me understand why my parents chose Canberra, Australia, as the place to raise their children.
