by Roger Chao
He drank the sun and called it tea, and slept upon a bed of tone, His breath aligned with lunar tides, his thoughts now claimed the astral zone. He’d given up on mortal needs, on bread, on rest, on pain, on age, And every flaw he’d once possessed was filtered...
Performing arts
A song sets sail
by Chris Champion
Take a young and aspiring musician, give
him some Tasmanian-themed inspiration …
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Seven of us walked across the heath, through the sort of morning glow that makes...
by Bert Spinks
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Seven of us walked across the heath, through the sort of morning glow that makes...
by Bert Spinks
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Environment
Some projects are simply beautiful from start to finish, from their quiet intention to the finished product. This is certainly the case for an innovative art-science initiative I’ve had the privilege of being involved in, which brings together a ceramicist, a photographer, an ecologist and a writer to help protect...
by Katherine Johnson
by Peter Grant
On one of our final days we met Taupo, a two-year old female harbouring four...
by Grace Heathcote
by Jonno Blood
European romanticism – a defining movement of the late 18th and early 19th centuries –...
by Peter Grant
BIRDWATCHER MEETS APEX PREDATOR writer and photographer BRONWYN SCANLON It is too hot for humans...
by Bronwyn Scanlon
Seven of us walked across the heath, through the sort of morning glow that makes you feel like you’re doing something intrepid. The scene was fit for cinema: the seven of us were on a heroic quest. The plains were gilded, the twigs of shrubs crackled beneath our bootsoles and...
by Bert Spinks
Anne is a complex soul. Beautiful, popular and flirtatious, she is also volatile – capable...
by Rob Shaw
European romanticism – a defining movement of the late 18th and early 19th centuries –...
by Peter Grant
Influencer selfies seem invariably to be taken on cloudless days, but the Tasmanian wilderness is not known for its friendly weather or ease of access. I’m yet to see an influencer photograph themselves huddled in a rain poncho in sideways hail, complete with snot icicles, waiting for someone more sensible...
by Sonia Strong
Sometimes during the Tasmanian winter, when the southerly wind blows and I am standing outside,...
by Steve Roden
The Victoria Tavern’s doors are now permanently closed to the public. In honour of the...
by Don Defenderfer
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