Reservoir – The Koala Capital of Australia?
There’s nothing interesting about Reservoir, mate. That’s what the guy at number 47 Miranda Street said when he caught me taking a photograph of his neighbour’s…
There’s nothing interesting about Reservoir, mate. That’s what the guy at number 47 Miranda Street said when he caught me taking a photograph of his neighbour’s…
In late 2015 I was asked to be part of a project initiated by Darebin Arts called The People’s Tour of Reservoir – an ‘audio adventure’…
Reservoir gets a bad wrap – mostly from people who’ve never ventured beyond Bell Street. Sure, there’s the odd burn-out and misplaced shopping trolley on the…
When you’ve spent over 2 weeks in a car furtively scanning every FM and AM band in search of one decent radio station, it makes you…
Originally posted on Seeker of the Lost Arts:
ANYONE who is into photographing suburban shrubs shaped into giant kangaroos is OK with the Seeker. You could even go…
I’m not really a music festival type of girl – mainly because I’m precious about my personal space. The thought of being packed into a sweaty…
Sorry to leave you hanging with the last few installments of my USA holiday memoirs. I’ve been a bit busy with life. Now, then – where…
What can I tell you about Memphis? Well, if you go there expecting to be bombarded by live soul and blues music you’re going to be…
In our rush to leave the grime of the Best Inn behind us, we forgot to eat breakfast. Not that there were many options for breakfast…
Just as I was starting to get into the groove of Palm Springs, it was time to leave. We had foolishly given ourselves three days to…