In Finland where I grew up, changes in natural seasons were always distinctive. Each year was a cycle of familiar parts with their own ritua...

Suddenly in a creative rut with no time to wallow (yes, now), I try and remind myself of the golden rule of input and output, tried and test...

PS. 6. Photographing "rubbish" doesn't cost anything. And, although the same things are there, free and available for ever...

Two torn notes found on a garden bed, Albert Street, next to each other. "Can you m..... the kids?" and "SKELETON!" ...

Dawson Street. This is our local barber shop. Every morning I glance their window from the tram. Every morning, I look again. The sig...

… that's keeping me awake! 2.30 am. Greetings from Brunswick. PS. Posted at 11.20 pm?? I knew there was a catch in setting the blog into...

Found an old drawing from my archives. Golden car time circa 2001! I dedicate this pic to a sculptor friend of mine , may there be another y...

Santa Monica, mall-flavoured sunlight & fries 13/02/09 Our magician and the invisible Californian hummingbird, 14/02/09 Winter trees, bu...

On Elizabeth Street, Melbourne, there is a restaurant called 'Gold an Fork'. Not 'Gold and Fork', or even 'Golden Fork...

You know that building sites are just a decoy: What they are really doing is cloud mining. Rain or shine, they mine for light, for lost gull...

This is my first post – quite obviously. I spent the better half of the day figuring out the image upload. Well. The cold has its bright sid...