Drifting
There are moments in life that I’ve wasted – hours spent watching mediocre television; listening to speakers with nothing to say; crying into a cheap glass of wine over an … Continue reading
The kindness of strangers
I must have passed the metal fabricators on Blende Street dozens of times, mostly driving to the supermarket, sometimes cycling, once or twice walking. It’s next to the TAFE, opposite … Continue reading
Feeling sad and finding solace
When I took these photos I felt happy. I was glad to be back in Broken Hill, keen to explore the town we used to call home, looking forward to … Continue reading
Listening
“…and you too have come into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled with light, and to shine.” Mary Oliver I planned to go to Bilpin … Continue reading
What’s your story?
Do you have a story to tell? Most of us do, whether it’s our own or someone else’s. But where do you start? If you live in Broken Hill, there’s … Continue reading
Under the Silver Tree
You never know what you’ll find in Broken Hill’s fabulous cooperative bookshop, aptly named Under the Silver Tree. A couple of months ago, when we were visiting Broken Hill, I … Continue reading
Didn’t we have a lov-erly time…
…the day we went to Manly. It was a picture perfect day in Sydney yesterday, so we took a few hours off. On a whim we caught the ferry to Manly, … Continue reading
Autumn’s in no hurry
It’s autumn here in Sydney, winter is only a month away and our small back yard is pretending it’s still summer. The leaves on the frangipani hold resolute, fat lemons … Continue reading
Strawberries in the Desert 
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