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Category Archives: wilderness

buying land

Once a year, or biannually, we almost buy an expansive block of land covered in trees. It’s like Christmas, a reminder of what is important. This year’s land is a magical 67 acres and stretches from a road named after the cherry farm through the bush, down a hill, along a track, into a glade [...]

the highlands

Falling water happens like this:


I don’t write any more because I have too much other writing to do, and because I have not been anywhere out of the grid for months. In a coordinated yolo four of us left work early on a Friday and drove directly west, into the low winter sun. The car was filled to the [...]

the best of trails

There are new mountain bike trails in Holly Bank and they are the best in the country. The past three days have bequeathed my first three rides. Fourth if you count the one at the very periphery of my memory from which all I can salvage is a dissolving image of an expansive plateau of [...]

day 2: in the mines

On the second day we went into the mines. If you’re going to spend three days filming rocks, here is the source. Here is a rocky mountain which has been turned inside out, held upside down and shaken for the rocks in its pockets. We spent the morning wandering over debatable fences into grey areas [...]

Day 1: the misty moors

Like I said, we spent three days filming rock in Tasmania. I was just along for the drive. The conception of island is challenged when you drive for 5 hours and a full packet of mint slice without seeing the coast, and when you have grown up on this small island  and yet, in your [...]

The Peaks of Lyell

We spent 3 days filming rock in Tasmania. Queenstown is the fulcrum, the hinge, the core and kernel of 100 years of Tasmanian history. Surrounded by national park, world heritage and impenetrable wilderness, it is a diminishing town; caught briefly between wild riches (what was) and emptied pit (what will be), with the fourth temporal [...]

landscape experience

Thoreau, not so deep in the woods after all, but on the edge of town and close to his mother. what language do you use to talk about landscape? if you lived in wilderness would you run out of words to say? if you didn’t have a camera would you still go on holiday?

how to make new zealand look like scotland

short walks on vanished beaches

added to Tasmania’s reputation as world leader of unassuming boardwalks of perfection, here is the boardwalk on the edge of a 42-year-old beach in a prehistoric hollow. the newest little beach in the world, a minor patch of sand in my shoes. you can read the marks scratched onto the timber planked timeline; national park revocation, the [...]