Giant woody stalks & Gollum

Thinking of landscape. If not for the young deserts and arctic plains of this world, there will always be the presence of stalks in these wide open vistas. I’m talking giant woody stalks, hefty and rough, gnarled, twisted, knuckled and so straight and tall they seem to punch their way into the heavens. There are… Continue reading Giant woody stalks & Gollum


It came down

Memories of a big old peppermint gum I was asked to take down some years back… My hands grip old wood. It’s smooth with a patina of work and aged grime that’s both comforting and expectant. This is a good axe, a woodsman’s tool used to bite with certainty into the girth of trees. Generations… Continue reading It came down

Just go

Today I saw a woman crying in the doorway of an empty shop. I didn’t linger or offer a hand as somebody was already there. As I passed I heard the woman sobbing that no one will ever love her. Only moments before I had brushed past a collection of dazed individuals. None of them… Continue reading Just go