Go North
Never having been to the northern most point in Canada we took this opportunity to take a snap at the northern most tip of Australia. A strait away from Papua New Guinea! The irony of Read More …
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The Hollow Men
We could make T S Eliot proud with the borrowing from his poem title, however the Yolngu people of East Arnhem in Australia may have never known the power of their words. The “bark” petition Read More …
Hole in the Wall
Like dominos the layers of limestone lean on each other till they reach to where the water rushes by. The rushing tidal waters peak at 13 knots as they pass through the Gagarin Rip in Read More …
Heads, Hands and Feet
Above the sink in the Munupi Arts Centre there is a handprint left by an unknown artist and all artists. Some newer technology could unravel the spirals of the fingers or the hollows of the Read More …
The Invasion of the Picture Snatchers
There is a contemplation woven into every island greeting. A prayer pose at rest frames the ocean and in the shade of a tree the vista and the promise of water stage our welcome. The Read More …
Paddle Pushers and Dancers
On the ocean-waves in a sheltered bay, Margaret paddles a board to waves beyond the limits of my vision. The sail boat over the sandbar and reef demarks the horizon. Just for today we invaded Read More …
Faces of Community
Wandering around the Indonesian Islands there were faces that bridged the gaps in my understanding. Faces that opened up my thinking beyond my first world blessedness. We stood amazed as young students proudly practiced their Read More …
The Wind and the Waves and the Rain
The trailing cyclone winds made paddle boarding dangerous. The equatorial heat and humidity couple into clouds. A thunderclap and the warm mist curls every hair and condensates on the skin extracting heat. The salty Read More …
The Under World
The stumped remnants of the Mangrove trees rise above the white sand like burnt stumps. Roots returning to nurture the intertidal garden. Each stump a five fingered blessing reaching open handed into the sand. Seeking Read More …
Early Morning Sand
A stilted shack at the tide line is a memory of times past. Kiri island is untouched in that there are no wrappers, no bottles, no scarring of human presence — except the shack. On Read More …