A note to self

A black feather lying on dead grass — alone and separated from its life source. As a creative, there’s nothing quite like finding your tribe. ’Tribe’ is that over-used term for a group of like-minds, whose values and interests align with yours — a community of interest. For me, finding that community took years. I …

Shifting gears

A photo of the lights of Dubbo City at pre-dawn.

Behind the microphone at ABC Western Plains. August 2025. Just when you think you’ve found your groove, and life has a sense of rhythm, along comes a speed bump causing life to wobble until you shift gears. This happened at the beginning of August when I decided to find out if I wanted to work …