The Darkside of The Lens

My Heart Still Thumps At times I marvel at the connectivity the internet and social media affords us. The ability to cyber connect in the street so to speak. You pass by an image on Instagram and connect with it. You’re beyond like for like and F4F, it actually speaks to you. Deciding to speakContinue reading “The Darkside of The Lens”

My first negotiation, at 12

First Jobs As a kid there’s a novelty in someone asking you to do a job for some pocket money. It’s a celebration, giving first tastes of independence and new found choices and options. Suddenly, a reliance on known variables, such as whether Mum or Dad is in a good or bad mood, or whetherContinue reading “My first negotiation, at 12”

Freedive Excursion – Point Cooke

To The Homestead With the Mornington Peninsula drawing most of the attention, a couple of freedive buddies recently found good reason to travel west in search of marine entertainment. Coerced by the power of adventure we prepared to visit the Point Cooke Marine Sanctuary near Point Cook around 30 minutes from Melbourne CBD.

Chasing Crab Migration

On the March Each year in the waters of Port Phillip Bay, Victoria, the march of the spider crabs takes place during April-June. For years I’ve been eager to see this phenomenon as it plays out under the cover of the bay. Each year I’m stumped by schedule clashes or near misses. This year appearsContinue reading “Chasing Crab Migration”

What it takes

A little while back my friend JC was on the verge of returning home to Adelaide for Xmas from Melbourne. A keen cyclist, keener on going up rather than anything else and in the shortest and steepest fashion possible, especially off-road, he has a certain knack for the pedals. Back in the Day Over theContinue reading “What it takes”

Collioure. A place to hide, ride and escape

Over the weekend I ran into an old friend and by chance we meandered through the conversation to discover we’d narrowly missed paths 7 months earlier in the little publicised French seaside town of Collioure. He’d cycled about 1000kms and gained 23,000 metres in altitude with a bunch of friends riding over the Pyrenees fromContinue reading “Collioure. A place to hide, ride and escape”