Author: Roger

A random tweet from a Newcastle tweep, six minutes ago: ‘That’s some storm!’ We rushed to the BOM – the radar loop live on the net And yes, there! fingers pointing toward blobs of yellow blue and red, pushing in from the North West. We moved our chairs on the verandah: settled in to watch…

Looking Westward to where the twists and turns of overhead wires and the ribbons of steel conspire with the sunlight as our tram glides toward the stop.

On the last day, of the first decade, of the new millennium. On special days like this, we don’t have to look far to see that generations past have pondered the balance between what has been, and what can be: maybe as a means of explaining what is; or as a reminder of the keen…

The views and angles from the end of the breakwater are amazing.  Straight across, to the wrecks encased within the breakwall on the Stockton side of the channel, and on to the pines standing tall on the way to Fern Bay. Kooragang works reminds us of smokestacks past, while the prehensile limbs of loaders pump…

Bright red sunset burning beyond the distant hills points the way; way out there, across hills and rich plains of Gamilaroi land. This is also the land of my father and his father, and the great grandfather killed during harvest. To think that a heavily packed four bushel bag of wheat: the object of the…

Grandchildren paddling out beyond the break and daughters gambolling like seals in the shore breaks: Pop takes his last swim out there where the bottom drops off the bar. We’d gathered to honour a wish, with no script, and no sense of what is actually meant to happen. There was a sense, though, that these…

Nightfall, and the bats are on the move.  They fly, beating wings against the greying sky, airborne mammals, shrugging upside down through the day and battering out through the sky in defiance of all probability. In the distance, squeezed in the frame between roofs, the wind turbine swings lazily, yet, insistently: challenging any latter day…

Soft mauve late October splashes of jacaranda punctuate my view east to where the Sydney Football Stadium squats: a half deflated tire, tired; between seasons: sighing for the heydays. Look northeast to where the mid week sailors heel into the breeze out around the Sow and Pigs, far beyond the lurking menacing shapes of the…

Post to – Edublogger World  – 24 July 2007 Here in Australia, our national broadcaster ran a story tonight about the CNN Youtube event with US Presidential hopefuls. Luckily, the story went beyond the whizz-bangery of the event, (as we’ve come to expect that from the home of Hollywood and other dreams), and  focused more on the…

Contribution to ANTSEL online conference 2008 – hosting and facilitation by Cybertext  I wonder how familiar the feeling is? Sitting with laptop open, deadline approaching, and a commitment made long ago to make a contribution to an online conference. Just a few words related to one of the key questions being asked.Let me also add…