Heartwood Rainforest

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Essay: A Reflection on Weeds

As the evening draws in on a day spent pottering in the garden, the last of the setting sun casts a mellow side-lit glow, shadows slowly deepen, and the garden takes on a beautiful, sculptural quality. I stop and take some time to enjoy this moment of physical tiredness blended…

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Heartwood

April 2022 The name of our property here at Newrybar in the Northern Rivers of New South Wales is Heartwood. We arrived here in late May 2018 after an extended delay, in a tearing hurry to get stuff done like most people starting out the tree-change adventure. With rich deep…

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Digging In

At last I have found my place on Earth. Now I can truly dig in and take responsibility. At last.  At last I have found my place on Earth, a place to call my own, the place where I can dig in and take responsibility. Myrna and I are now…

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The Gully

The gully in which I work is a cleft running east-west into the sandstone cliffs along Sydney’s eastern seaboard. Over millions of years a small creek has cut this cleft about 600 meters back into the sandstone sediments. Between the beach at one end of the gully and a pretty…

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The Cosmic Dancer

Outside the CERN high-energy particle accelerator in Bern Switzerland a polished bronze statue of Nataraj (Sanskrit for Lord of the Dance) stands two metres tall. In Hindu cosmology, Lord Shiva dances the cosmos into existence and also dances its destruction, so that all may be reborn again. Nataraj is the…

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Iberian Interlude

Tarifa, centre of the wind surfing universe, sitting at the southern tip of Spain is quite a sight. It is very early in the season, yet out to sea is a Mardi Gras spectacle of coloured surf kites swooping, rising and weaving, with the backdrop of Africa so close you can almost touch…

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Footpaths

When I was a kid it seemed that half the world map was coloured pink denoting the lands of the British empire, even though by the mid sixties most of those countries were no longer colonies of the empire. Nonetheless at school we were taught to be grateful for our…

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Singapore: Green City-State

From the one man parliamentary opposition, to the persecution of minor antisocial tendencies such as chewing gum and spitting, to enforced haircuts on longhairs like myself (in the days before hair abandoned my head in favour of ears, neck and back), I had always thought of Singapore as a somewhat anodyne, repressive Big Brotherly sort…

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Cinnque Terra Walk

Terraces, terraces everywhere on these vertiginous slopes. (And believe me, for yours truly they are sickeningly vertiginous.) Sick, but impressive, as lines of terracing snake along the contours around the hills that drop away into the azure sea. The terraces allow crops of grapevines, vegetables, olive and fruit trees to…

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The Enchanted Forest

For a lifelong cyclist Amsterdam is heaven – once you get your bearings that is.  That skew-whiff grid of canals is totally bamboozling at first. The initial 24 hours completely did my head in. Utterly lost. Embarrassing for someone who prides himself on being able to find his way around. Since…

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Another Green World

I’ve never understood that hyper-realist school of painting. Delineating exactly every distant minor detail is just not how the world appears to my eyes. Have you ever noticed that when viewed from more than a short distance, the leaves of trees disappear, as our vision summarises detail, merging individual leaves…

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Cheryl’s Garden

Twilight draws in as we make our way past charming front gardens gracing these backstreets of Richmond. The gentrified, leafy ambience is a far cry from the Richmond of my childhood, bleak mean streets of grotty factories, ugly brick terraces, bitumen, bluestone, concrete and poverty, unrelieved by leaf or petal…

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