City in memory
We inhabit our own geographies… geographies formed by patterns of movement from home to work, from home to our recreational haunts or to the homes of friends. But geographies remembered and real do not always accord…
We inhabit our own geographies… geographies formed by patterns of movement from home to work, from home to our recreational haunts or to the homes of friends. But geographies remembered and real do not always accord…
Vignettes of Launceston, a small city on a wide muddy river where the past collides with the future and distant views trigger memories…
The old shacks at Crater Cove are a reminder of the days when life was somehow simpler and our needs fewer. They housed an eclectic group of people…
The first time I saw it, the North Coast lay inspiring and revealed from my vantage point part way down a steep, winding road that took me to the coastal plain below…
Too many too often — that’s what some say about tourists in the idyllic — or maybe not-so-idyllic — Byron Bay…
It’s magic country, those rolling hills of the Byron Bay hinterland, and dotted here an there among their folds are people who have moved from city to country in search of a new life…
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