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PacificEdge | July 24, 2017

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Wanderings by road and track

Two families, two lives… so similar but so different

July 18, 2010 |

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

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Local a selling point at Evandale

November 24, 2009 |

Story and photos: Russ Grayson

TO JUDGE BY THE SIGNS on farmer’s market stalls, food grown locally seems to be something of a specialty at Evandale market. A recent visit disclosed sign after sign on a number of stalls advertising the localism of fresh vegetables, herbs and fruit.

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Solitary, long ago

September 28, 2009 |

Story & photos: Russ Grayson

IT’S PERVERSE, REALLY. To walk  these mountains you start by descending rather than climbing.

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Less a town than a landscape

September 22, 2009 |

WATCH OUT for the sea eagle, he said… it perches on the old dead tree that sticks out from the cliff…

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Seals, possums and pests… wild in the city

August 17, 2009 | 2

SYDNEY HAS ITS PIGEONS and Coogee its seagulls. The Royal Botanic Gardens is plagued with those long-billed, food-stealing ibis and flights of flying fox (fruit bats) that have devastated trees there. But in Launceston they really go for the megafauna when it comes to urban wildlife.

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Going to Launceston? Just don’t breathe too deep

July 11, 2009 | 3

CAUGHT BETWEEN rapacious extractive industry on one hand and the sublime beauty of nature on the other, Tasmania remains a paradox in the Australian political landscape. Now, there’s something else to add to the offshore contradiction that is this southern island state—Launceston’s air.

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City in memory

December 29, 2008 |

I’VE WALKED THESE STREETS BEFORE, a long time ago… through Prince’s Square, along Charles Street, turn into The Quadrant then into Brisbane Street and up to City Park.

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Small town off the highway

December 28, 2008 |

Story & photos: Russ Grayson

THERE’S A MAN SITTING ON THE WHARF, a man perhaps in his seventies, hair grey, shirtless, tanned. Every so often he sips from a longneck… he’s a man who likes a quiet drink by himself on a warm, summer evening.

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