If Ireland is green then Australia must be blue. It's Autumn but the sun is bright and the air is as . . .
The light is different here. In the fields and forests around me in Ireland I am mostly under muted grey skies, downright dark grey skies and bleached out light grey skies. (I won't even start . . .
A Kamilaroi story tells of a magnificent male Kangaroo, so overtaken by the dancing of the locals that he joined the circle and danced a special dance that is still . . .
Was it the purple upholstery or the gold painted furniture? Was it the light streaming in from the early morning Sydney streets? Was it the perfectly coiffed French waitress, all . . .
Far from familiar meandering lanes, I am here in the midst of the dramatic lines of Sydney. Strong diagonals on the Bridge, soaring curves on . . .