This collection represents the kind of disorganised chaos I’ve been living since I returned from Warsaw in mid-September. It criss-crosses the equator, beginning with a few of the food joys at Grójec Wielki. I watched Ola pound the top of a pomegranate – or was it the bottom? – for half an hour till all […]
Walking around home: November part 1
I: Potato Point beach at high tide Walking the beach at high tide is not something I usually do, but today is my 75th birthday, and my Queensland daughter is visiting, so why not? As always, there are gifts, this time mainly the subtle ones of sand patterns marking some more than usual ferocity of […]
Eurobodalla art: October 2019
I: Bodalla Gallery: lotuses and birds One of the beauties of such a local gallery is being able to pop in a number of times to revisit and savour – and to re-evaluate. The first time I saw Stuart Whitelaw’s Lotus exhibition I wasn’t impressed. I looked cursorily, liked the idea of an exhibition devoted […]
Walking around home: October (Part 2)
I: Potato Point beach: morning and evening of the same day Two aging bodies need a level, lowish-tide walking surface. Around here at the moment heavy seas have created on many beaches an uncomfortable slant. My home beach is still relatively flat. So it’s there we go from the bush block on a Saturday. The […]
Walking around home: October, part 1
I: Potato Point beach Does it never finish yielding treasures, this beach of mine? To start with, a cattle dog, a white fluffy dog and a greyhound. Their human, noticing my delighted smile, says “They’re a weird mob, eh?” The creek is now dry as far as the bridge. We walk across sand where once […]
Eurobodalla beaches: Nangudga
Land-locked lake … dividing reef … spikey silhouettes … gallery of lichen … mélange … Liesegang rings … chert … pinnacle … extensive shell midden You never visit the same beach twice. It all depends on the tides; what the seas have been up to since you last visited; the weather; the sky; the receptivity […]
Eurobodalla Beaches: Rosedale
At this beach, an offshore island; a creek flowing into the sea (dry at the time of my visit); boatsheds and boats pulled up against the dunes; a discreet settlement in the bush; rocks with striped patterns in grey, orange and blue Bagging Eurobodalla Beaches has been dragging the chain a bit recently. Not any […]
