Painting: Field at Sunset

“Okay, so, this is the final scene—Jane returns to the field where they found the treasure at the start of the movie. You can see the big tree there. So, we see her driving along the road here, and she has a new haircut, something shorter, so you know it has been a year since... Continue Reading →

Painting: Seaside

The Greeks are good at everything. I’m no history expert, but they seem to pop up at the top of every major list. You’ve got Socrates and his crew leading the way in philosophy, Alexander was the great military commander, the Spartans were unrivalled warriors, Homer is the great-grandfather of our literature, Pythagoras is a... Continue Reading →

Painting: Pears

Whenever there is a drought or a cyclone or a fire or a flood somewhere here in Australia (which is often), the television news will run a story featuring footage of (depending on the disaster) dry paddocks with cracks in the dirt, uprooted trees, smoke-reddened skies or a car being swept away in an overflowing... Continue Reading →

What Wakes the Rooster (Part 26)

By the dam, the duckling pecked at the little black box lodged in the mud among the reeds. On one side of the box a square screen lit up, and a tiny arrow flashed in the corner. The duckling leaned in and squinted at the screen; it showed a dark, almost black picture which the... Continue Reading →

What Wakes the Rooster (Part 25)

The hens went before Ivan, plucking grass and small flowers and tossing them into the air; the chicks raced in circles, singing and cheeping. The roosters followed behind. Sonny was last of all. He looked aside and saw ripples weaving through the long grass behind the henhouse. Movement at the henhouse door caught his eye;... Continue Reading →

What Wakes the Rooster (Part 24)

Ivan peered into the shed. “Well, let’s have a look then.” “No, wait,” said Sonny. “I don’t want to spoil the surprise.” Ivan stepped in. “I don’t care for surprises.” Sonny followed him. “Well, remember, I’ve only just started. There’s more to do.” “Damn right there’s more to do,” said Ivan. He looked around the... Continue Reading →

What Wakes the Rooster (Part 23)

Long into the evening, clucks filled the henhouse as the chickens talked of Rocco and wondered what tales of adventure he would bring when he returned. Some wondered if he would return. Only two chickens had nothing to say about Rocco’s adventurous flight: Ivan, who had left the henhouse, grumbling to himself; and Sonny, who... Continue Reading →

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