Another escape from the urban jungle. Wandering in the landscape away from the cityscape, the air conditioned termite mound that never sleeps. Away from the maddening crowd. 450 more words
It had been a while. My last journey to Tasmania was in January 1983 during the Franklin River Campaign (see links below). At the time an escape from life drawing classes and surrealist parties to engage with far more important issues. 606 more words
SENTRY BOX MOUNTAIN
Last Wednesday dawned a stunning mountain day: crystal-clear, cloudless sky and a slight nip in the air. At last! We have had such a long spell of awful weather and I didn’t want to have to lead another walk in bad weather. 1,862 more words
Put a camera in my hand, jump in a wagon with a couple of likeminded mates and hit the road and see what happens.
That was our mind set the day we grabbed our old mate Ari and took him out to experience the rugged south eastern coast of the Wairarapa. 479 more words