In his 1946 poetry collection entitled The Dosser in Springtime, Douglas Stewart includes the poem Rock Carving. This poem, unfairly treated in my opinion by Peter Read in his bookBelonging, published in 2000, has as its stimuli the rock engravings of a fish and a kangaroo.
Our Blue Mountains bushland property splits into three levels as it gently tumbles from a ridge and descends into a valley. I have never taken this place where I live for granted.
Beyond our back border, the bushland soon comes to a large rock shelf, under which stretches an impressive cave. From there you can see the valley floor, covered in trees and smaller, native bushes which hide a creek from view.Continue reading “Past Truths: The Indigenous Presence”
In early 2007 I went for a walk with my brother to some childhood haunts which I knew intimately when we lived in North Sydney. We started from Milson’s Point railway station, late in the autumn morning.
A recent trip through central Victoria reminded me of the dangerous and frightening threat posed by floods. Road closures, due to wide, fast-flowing rivers, highlighted the dangers threatening many small country towns.