awildland

I have not walked on the moon but I know the lightness of escaping gravity - it comes when I unbuckle my backpack and drop it to the gr...

Forty-seven crows are perched amongst the dead limbs of burnt snowgums. They call back and forth, discussing something more than mu...

A storm is moving across the high country, coming in from the south-east. Wind clatters through the dead wood of burnt snowgums. The hor...