Memoir - PacificEdge

Time was

Woman with guitar. c1970. You know how it is. You come across an old photo. You think… where did I take this? You think… and when? So you stare at it for a while as synapses switch on and dig down into long-term memory. But we know that long-term memory can be faulty, so even […]

Across the Fish, a journey into memory

IN SPATE late that day The Fish River At the base of the escarpment Up which we ascended through forest Dripping with moisture From recent rains. Last I came this way There was only a slippery log Upon which to cross And a length of fencing wire as handhold That gave a false sense of […]

Figure in a window

” …WHITLAM’s in power and the war’s ended… for us, anyway, the yanks are still there, still involved in that peace process that seems to go on and on just like the fighting… and here we are in Annandale…”. “Different living here, different to the Woolloomooloo sharehouse…” she replies to the figure wedged into the […]

Memories tumble like sweets from a jar

THINGS ARE NEVER quite the same when you return. They are similar, but not quite as you remember. There’s always something different… something you can’t quite put your finger on. That’s how it was when I returned to the rocking stone. The cloud was low that day. We had left The Springs some time before, […]

A domed home in the hills

AS it’s the first day of Spring 2013 I thought I might commemorate the passing of the cold months (which weren’t really all that cold at all) with a picture from my film photography days, a photo now some decades old that raises recollections of a memorable night in the winter mountains. For photographers who […]

Three huts on a trail

Walk to places you haven't been for decades and you walk into memory. This was my experience on the Lenah Valley Track high above Hobart...

What became of Bill?

It's strange how the mention of a name can suddenly take you back to something in your past. So it was that an online conversation on the Lost Sydney Facebook took me back to the Sydney of the late 1960s

How to buy stamps

Buying stamps on Sydney's lower North shore had never been so cheap... even if you did have to stay watchful...

First brush with poverty

For us, it was our first brush with poverty...

Byron Bay: Discovered and rediscovered

Some places are special and they stay in mind as a mental image that you recall later. Doing this has little to do with logic and more to do with feeling, with emotion. For me, one of those places was a roadside on a long downhill stretch the takes you from the escarpment to the coastal plain...

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