Memoir
Same but different
November 2, 2010 | Russ GraysonIN 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.
Two families, two lives… so similar but so different
July 18, 2010 | Russ GraysonHOW DO YOU ACCOUNT for the different way that life turns out for people, even when they share much in common?
Solitary, long ago
September 28, 2009 | Russ GraysonStory & photos: Russ Grayson
IT’S PERVERSE, REALLY. To walk these mountains you start by descending rather than climbing.
A tale of sad liaisons on the high seas
March 28, 2008 | Russ GraysonI REMEMBER PEIRRE WELL, but I’m not sure that his memory of me is as sharp. I got this impression one Saturday afternoon in the late summer of 2007 when a friend and I were walking the foot track that follows the Tamar River. It was on the banks of that river that we encountered him.
An excursion into shared memory… a house, a mystery package and a……
February 22, 2008 | Russ Grayson | 11 CommentsAn excursion into shared memory... a house, a mystery package and a……
Like faces at a window
September 29, 2007 | Russ Grayson | 5 CommentsJust passing through – like faces at a window
Broughton Lane. A narrow, treeless passage of hard surfaces. Grey. Asphalt. Brick. Not exactly inviting and more an image of some bleak, northern English coal town in hard times.
A decade turns
August 28, 2007 | Russ GraysonThe steps
It has taken generations of feet to wear these smooth indentations into the steps: bare feet; feet in working men’s boots; feet in stylish city shoes; military-booted feet; clattering high heels; the sandaled feet of the Cross’ bohemians; the corporate, black-shoed feet of suited office workers; feet in the sneakers and sandals of 60s youth; the well-clad feet of the 1930s well-to-do coming down from their Art Deco apartments; the shambling feet of drug users and alcoholics; the urgent, smart-shoed feet of opportunists; the pseudo-working class feet of leftist politicos in cheap shoes; feet in thongs; the feet of the poor from the valley in their dirty shoes with worn soles.
Partings
August 20, 2007 | Russ Grayson | 3 CommentsTHIS WAS THE TENOR OF LIFE at 168. A work-a-day world accented by the conviviality of evenings and weekends. Meals together. The good company of visitors. Interesting people who moved in to share their lives for awhile before continuing their journeys in life.
On Kerouac, Hemingway and a literary friend
July 13, 2007 | Russ Grayson | One CommentFirst published in 2008.
IF YOU HAVE TIME TO HANG AROUND, I’ll tell you a little story about literature and coincidence. It’s not a significant story nor an exciting one, rather a recounting on one of those minor occurrences that sometimes appear in our lives.
Misadventure on the way to the Walls
July 20, 2004 | Russ GraysonTasmania, some time in the 1970s.
CLAAAANG! Someone slams the car door and the party sets off into the early evening gloom of the rainforest. A short slope leads from the forestry road to the Fish River.
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