Reflections

Perhaps the only thing worth anything are thoughts and memories, sketches of the consciousness – certainly not worth much economically, but worth recording, even for myself and the very few people whom they might interest. It follows then that writing is one way of translating and recording these thoughts and impressions.

Last week, we entered into a fifth lockdown here in Melbourne. Much like the others, things changed quickly. We knew that NSW was grappling to get on top of their cases, which was slightly unusual as they have seemed to be able to prevent these widespread outbreaks up until now. Their situation rese...

Here in Melbourne, Victoria, we entered a forth lockdown on 27 May 2021. Like the previous 'snap' lockdown in February, it caught me by surprise. Life seemed to have resumed full momentum by May and although I knew winter was approaching, we appeared to have been in control of any locally spread c...

I recently and accidentally discovered the photography of Vivian Maier (1926 – 2009). This was personally significant for me as I once lived and breathed street photography, went on to study photography at university and subsequently drifted away from it as a medium and art form. I can remember firs...

This edited post was first published on the Red Alert Blog - June 15 2015

When I started my PhD while working full-time, those who didn’t think I was completely mad told me that candidates who work full-time often complete their thesis in a timely way.

I think it was Benjamin Franklin who said...

The earth is beginning its tilt back towards the sun and light is edging closer to us; colours are creeping back to cancel out the cold grey tones of winter.

It's easy to drift into despair at the current times. The frustration and sense of powerlessness is pervasive and universal. The pandemic ha...