We are warned not to leave our car alone. "The abbos with strip it." Says one person. I hear this expression a lot, especially in the Northern territory.
I hold the red crystal tree sap, like rubies twinkling in my palm and watch as nature is cut and sliced into bitesize chunks around me. As if there is a way to contain her, tame her.
However difficult and monotonous work might be, I am so grateful for friendly strangers and small pleasures. Staying positive, it's looking like we'll be here for a while.
When you've got creative block or feel you're stuck on loop, work a labour job. Get outside, work with your hands, get a little grubby. Lift, move and stack things over and over again until your brain has nothing left to do but consider, turn-over and re-evaluate. Get down and dirty, literally and figuratively. Get … Continue reading There’s another chapter coming.
I'm handling wood for a living, and not the kind I expected to be when things got tough this year.
Today I met Alexander Supertramp. I drank Argentinian wine with a Belgian girl and her partner, met an almost 70 year old English traveller from London; seperated from his wife and career and spending his next years on experience and emotion, on a motorbike and a pension, and I spoke with a 24 year old … Continue reading On The Fringe.
Sometimes you just need to take a day to be alone and cry a little bit on an Australian forest walk. Today i've decided to speak to the trees: a poem by Savannah Brown
On Wednesday, I boarded a twelve hour coach to Melbourne and waved goodbye to the city I had come to call home. Sydney has a way of making you stay regardless of your intentions; keeping you in its bubble of buzzing office workers, flourishing parks and constant network of public transport weaving around busy construction … Continue reading Goodbye Sydney.
There is something much more exciting that I wanted to write about but I have forgotten what it was and I told Todd I'd write about Backpacker cars, so here we are. Yesterday I discovered the concept of backpacker cars; cars that have been passed down through generations of travellers, cars that are often written … Continue reading Backpacker Cars & Australia’s Indigenous Population.
Wynyard Station Sydney, New South Wales 'Aspire' Pyrmont, New South Wales This week's song obsession: The River - Eminem ft. Ed Sheeran