Show Me The Treasure

Macquarie University playing fields are not for the faint hearted, and the prospect of being engulfed by on oncoming cliff is surely creepy. The fields, at least at the moment, are home to what must qualify as the fastest geological mover ever, the mobile cliff. This gives an altogether different insight into the term 'cliff hanger'.Macquarie University playing

A brilliant Saturday morning in the Hunter Valley, stopped at Oakvale Winery - a fretwork of shadows on the grass and a picnic table with not much more than ants and dappled sunlight. Not a trace of thunder to be seen, the susshhh of traffic on tarmac, and from over my shoulder an amplified guitar - sharp and

Something Alice-like happened in last Wednesday's Keirle Park sketch. Firstly there was no-one there, and then nearly at the end I looked up and there were people and their dogs. I have attempted to convey the ratio of people to park, allowing that any perspective had not so much as left me but been a no-show, eg. that

So, while all the folks in Lambertville have been speculating that Bart might have caught Mavis having a very casual coffee with Mr Farmhand, Mavis is mightily miffed that, in actual fact, Bart had asked Mr Farmhand along because he finds his perputual preparedness to dig, even to dig laminex, reassuring. Now I have to tell you that

Anthologization is an interesting business, poetry is one of the few genres, being economically contained so that 'representative' or thematic anthologies are feasible. So, it follows that any reader would be crazy not to avail themselves of the benefits. The interesting thing is that they divide poets sharply into those who are In the Book and those that

When do you stop? That is in the context of when do you stop an exercise that had become something between a habit, an indulgence and a compulsion. Here is the last drawing on the last page of the 40 page notebook, which I started on the penultimate day in May with a drawing of Bart Brassica, and

A term away from my weekly survey of Keirle Park and things are both same and different. Firstly, in that classic Australian rethink, the goal posts have been moved. Where To is the next question The clover has had a chance to flower, there were four smallish black school shoes in different spots, some strange new signs, one

As you can see another Prussian Blue Capa Derivative. If Wall Street catch what's going on here, some wily Financier - and I am not meaning that small confection of buttery pastry and japonaisery - will list these on the Dow and ASX , perhaps even the Footsie, as Industrial Derivatives. And why not if one can trade

Saturday lunch we beetled over to Tan Popo for Chai-Su Ramen and a Bento Box. The place was a-bustle with lunchers, except for one small member of the party - partly sketched in here - who had fallen asleep, Thomas the Tank Engine trainers little blue and red confections on his small feet. All the adults were wearing

Settling into a fold-out stool, in a cluster of art gallery visitors, the more flexible young fry folded up like pretzels on cushions at the front, parents, grandparents and thy unaccompanied curious plumping out the crowd at the back, there is that "Ahhh" feeling as the the New, Next, Now show sets into motion. Two whimsical dust-jacked workers

Last Monday strolling over to the White Rabbit Gallery, we discovered the White Rabbit had checked his pocket watch, twitched his whiskers, saying 'Oh my, I'm late, I'm late' and bunny hopped backwards into the mirror. The fall back position was a contemplation of the local street art. While I would include the excellent fire hydrant ensemble below

The three young women at the corner table in Tan Popo look a little under impressed about the messy hair day I've given them, a little exacerbated by the slap happy lipstick. Still any dinner where not one but two paper moons shine down, pushing back the green inked-in night, is a fine thing.The three young women at

So, it is the continuing study of Robert Capa, his photo of a boy watching a parade for the commenoration of the annexure of Belgium. Whatever is passing before him and the rest of the crowd in the original photo, including the woman next to him with a very elegant hat, it does not inspire joy. Here one