The meaning of a large white aircraft remembered from childhood becomes clear decades later…

It’s a morning ritual. Pick up the surfboard not long after sunrise has paled the eastern sky and descend through the rainforest to the small beach below. It’s a good day if the Pacific’s swells are pumping and it’s a good day when the swell is only small. For many who live in this fortunate  Read more »

I remember her then. Checked wool shirt of the kind favored by bushwalkers and outdoor types. Warm wool trousers, dull khaki in colour. Petite wire framed glasses balanced on a delicate nose. Blonde hair tied back I’m bunches. Chunky leather boots. Pack on back…

A story of a temporary but longer than anticipated immersion in working class culture…

In the bright light of an early afternoon in the summer of 1970 I stood atop that long flight of stone stairs that connects the valley of Woolloomooloo to the ridge of Victoria Street. There I stopped and looked out onto a city that then seemed full of skyscrapers…

HOW DO YOU ACCOUNT for the different way that life turns out for people, even when they share much in common?

Story & photos: Russ Grayson IT’S PERVERSE, REALLY. To walk  these mountains you start by descending rather than climbing. The reason is that the Blue Mountains do not rise from a plain to culminate in high ridges and peaks. They are a plateau formed when the earth here uplifted millions of years ago. The Blue  Read more »