The No Snow Report

While a group of ambitious Sydneysiders and Canberrians (those who reside in the ACT or Australian Capitol Territory) took to the slopes for a long weekend of skiing, snowboarding, runny noses and bruised buttocks, I decided to turn a weekend out of Sydney into a short writer’s retreat.  What I found was a lot of long stretch of empty country past the three hour traffic jam through Sydney, a lot of birds, kangaroos, fluffy possums and other animals that make for mysteriously shaped road kill (okay, I saw plenty of living ones too) and some robust Aussie sheep who really like to stare.  Here are some of the highlights from my snowless weekend.

You can see the rest of the photos from my adventures in pastoral Oz on Flickr.

Art and Industry

After having been immersed in my work for quite some time, or otherwise locked indoors by the incessant rain of a Sydney winter (which always seems to start falling when I’m about three blocks away from home) I was happy to celebrate a break in the clouds with a trip to yet another undiscovered corner of Sydney.  With the last day of Sydney’s Biennale as an excuse, we took the ferry out to Cockatoo Island, one of the Sydney harbor’s many tiny islands of history and mystery.  This former site of a prison, school, reformatory and gaol is now a heritage site, park, campground and, on this occasion, home to art installations both impressive and not.  But what the art lacked the environment was able to inspire.

You can see the rest of my journey in the flickr photos.  A little art, a little industry, some welcomed sunshine and some inspiration to photograph.  What better way to spend a Sunday?