I seem to have done everything but go to Wales. The first time I left Western Australia was on the Indian Pacific when I was four. We ended up in New South Wales, and I later lived there for a year and a half. When I was twenty-two, a bunch of us drove in a…
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Jun
I’m afraid I was yet to learn some basics of photography in New York City in 2007. The last two words of that sign are “each floor”.
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May
Stanley’s Winery was on the road between Mildura, Victoria and Wentworth. New South Wales. Not too many people have heard of Wentworth. It’s where the Murray and Darling Rivers meet, so was very important when boats were the main form of transport. For a time, its main industry was poker machines. People from Mildura used…
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May
I’ve driven on it, walked on it, taken the train on it, climbed it, taken the ferry under it, seen the sunset behind it, watched it from a friend’s bedroom window, been to the museum, flown over it, walked under it … though unlike a Peter Isaacson, I’ve never flown under it … seen it in…
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May
I have vague memories in my first year of primary school of our headmaster, Mr Godley, explaining whether ‘God Save the Queen’ still was Australia’s national anthem. For a while, it wasn’t clear what was. When Australia won gold medals at the Montreal Olympics, they played ‘Waltzing Matilda’, only they didn’t, because Australia didn’t win…
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May
I’ve previously bemoaned about the difficulties of finding printable material about San Francisco in a family-friendly blog. But who doesn’t like inflatable dragons? I found one in a shop on Castro Street. As for some of the other shops…
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May
There are some specky (is that a word?) sights in the far north of Western Australia, but what resonates more for me is the calm, quiet openness. These photos were taken over 12 years ago. I don’t remember much about the specific circumstances, but the feeling of peace is still there.
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May
