Stepping off the train, the heat instantly punches like a surreal home-coming, searing away years of rebellious absenteeism. I make my way along the open platform into the roofed area, through the red brick arch into the shabby Victorian interior with its cracked tessellated tile floor, past the ticket office and waiting room, through the cast-iron gate and back out into the sun again: a cruel, oven-hot, bone-dry shimmering presence and memory merges with the present.
Recently, the extraordinary developments in artificial intelligence (AI) and robotics, have received worldwide coverage in news and current affairs programs.
Sweeping up the curve of Milton Park’s driveway and through the parkland doesn’t prepare first time visitors for the grandeur of the Federation mansion and its English style gardens.
As all Australians know, magpies can be vicious during the nesting season. However, we have never had an attack. I suppose because they know we are part of the landscape. Nesting season has now finished but the magpies are busy raising their chicks. I hear them in the surrounding bushland. Today one adult is warbling softly, … Continue reading magpies
It’s late morning in early October, almost mid-way through spring, and I am sitting outside on the patio with a cup of tea and my laptop computer. Before I begin writing, I take the time to look about me. The sun is riding high in a blue sky. After a cold and very prolonged winter, … Continue reading writings from the patio – mid-spring
Introduction: Journeys occur in many different forms; the most important of course being that of life itself – our own, and the lives of our loved ones and friends. Writing from the patio is an ongoing project of stories and memoir vignettes of significant journeys in my life, physical, emotional and psychological. They are entwined within … Continue reading writings from the patio – journeys through landscape and life