This is where I share my every-day photography, snippets of family life, and other things that give me joy.




Serenading on the sofa during the SBS Kubrick Festival.


Almost Summer

When the blow-up paddle-pool is filled, the kids are playing with the garden hose and the air is thick with Jasmine, then Summer must be just around the corner.


Why blog?

"How quiet the forest would be if only the birds with the prettiest songs chose to sing."
- Anon

Why do I blog?

I started it as a self-discipline thing - some enforced creativity every day. It made me be more concientious about my year-long commitment (started in September 2004) to write a haiku and take a photo every day. It really helped.

Things have changed a bit, but more than anything, it's still about trying to make a space most days to get in touch with right-brain stuff.

There are other parts of the interweb in which I stay engaged with family and friends (old and new); meet and learn from peers; archive my work; publicise my business; stay organised... the list goes on. But this site is still what it started out as - a place that makes me think about my creative output.

Do you blog? Why do you blog?


Fresh as fresh

Fresh fettucine

Mmmm. yes. The little one and I made fresh fettuccine tonight, with home-made pesto. We took it in turns to crank the handle. His favourite bit was catching the ribbons of dough as they fell out of the cutting roller.

Next time, he wants to make tagliatelle.


I see you

I see you

Yes I do.


A great day

Well done

Well done, U.S of A.

If you didn't get to hear Obama's vistory speech, you can watch it or read the transcript here.



"I can believe things that are true and I can believe things that aren't true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they're true or not. I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and Marilyn Monroe and the Beatles and Elvis and Mister Ed. Listen--I believe that people are perfectable, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is run by secret banking cartels and is visited by aliens on a regular basis, nice ones that look like wrinkledy lemurs and bad ones who mutilate cattle and want our water and our women. I believe that the future sucks and I believe that the future rocks and I believe that one day White Buffalo Woman is going to come back and kick everyone's ass. I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating and that the decline in good sex in America is coincident with the decline in drive-in movie theatres from state to state. I believe that all politicians are unprincipled crooks and I still believe that they are better than the alternative. I believe that California is going to sink into the sea when the big one comes, while Florida is going to dissolve into madness and alligators and toxic waste. I believe that antibacterial soap is destroying our resistance to dirt and disease so that one day we'll all be wiped out by the common cold like the Martians in War of the Worlds. I believe that the greatest poets of the last century were Edith Sitwell and Don Marquis, that jade is dried dragon sperm, that thousands of years ago in a former life I was a one-armed Siberian shaman. I believe that mankind's destiny lies in the stars. I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it's aerodynamically impossible for a bumblebee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there's a cat in a box somewhere who's alive and dead at the same time (although if they don't ever open the box to feed it it'll eventually just be two different kinds of dead), and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself. I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn't even know that I'm alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck. I believe that anyone who claims to know what's going on will lie about the little things too. I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies. I believe in a woman's right to choose, a baby's right to live, that while all human life is sacred there's nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but a moron would ever trust the legal system. I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, that life is what happens when you're alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it."

- Neil Gaiman, American Gods


Home from Hong Kong

Heading home

The queue to check in was chocka with Rugby fans who'd been in Hong Kong for the Bledisloe Cup. In an attempt to speed things up, they put different coloured stickers on the passengers, depending on the destination.

Red was for Sydney, and we wore them with pride.


Kwan Yin

Kwan Yin

One of several beautiful Kwan Yin statues in the Hong Kong Museum of Art. I like the more casual pose in this one - normally she's sitting much more regally.




In a market behind Jardine's Bazaar in Causeway Bay.