Some pics I took at home last year — a tree in town, wisteria & iris, ceanothus & apple blossom









No scurvy on ships of the desert

“At Bilbarka on the Darling, Burke and his second-in-command, Landells, argued after Burke decided to dump the 60 gallons (≈270 litres) of rum that Landells had brought to feed to the camels in the belief that it prevented scurvy.” (Context)


Backyard roo


This lone male kangaroo has been hanging out in my parents’ garden and places nearby. I took the pic while he was focused on eating. When I tried to get a better shot he saw me and looked like he might hop off, so rather than bother him further I made do with this one.


Arts Open and Contact

Back in Oz again! I will be exhibiting at Arts Open in Castlemaine, Victoria, on March 12-20. The main dates are 12-14 and 19-20, but the Old Gaol, where my stuff will be, will also be open during the week. I’ll have a cell of my own and will be in it as much as possible. Over 100 artists, many open studios and lots of events! See the program online for details.

After that I’ll be going up to Brisbane for Contact 2016, which is this year’s Natcon (Australian National Speculative Fiction Convention). You’ll be able to find me and my work there in the marketplace on 26-27 March. And then I’ll be coming back to Victoria and putting me feet up 🙂


William James Broadhurst

Australian photographer William James Broadhurst, found on Booooooom.com.

His photos of suburbia and country towns capture the mood I often feel in those places. I can’t put a name to it. It’s lonely but homely. The soul can rest there, but what is it resting on?

I came across this quote recently, and I think it suits:

The function of the imagination is not to make strange things settled, so much as to make settled things strange.

G. K. Chesterton

I think there’s a feeling of strangeness that can only arise in relation to the familiar and the homely, though exactly what prompts it I don’t know. Maybe it’s related to the sense of time passing, the knowledge that the familiar will change into the unfamiliar. If something is already unfamiliar, that sense of pathos-inflected unease won’t arise. Or maybe it’s something else. One of those elusive shades of emotion, tricky to pin down.




I love this cover for The Victorian Railways Magazine, November 1925, by F. (Frank) Hedley Sanders (b. 1902). If my writing is sometimes steampunkish, I need look no further for explanation than my upbringing as the daughter of a steam railways fanatic…

I can’t find much about Sanders online. He seems to have been best known for his illustrations for Home Beautiful, having been described by writer Peter Cuffley as “the man who captured, with pencil, pen and brush, the Australian ideals of house and home” (though he was American-trained).

The electric train with its calm and cosy lighted windows has the higher ground, but the steam engine — that gutsy, barbarian, oh-so-nearly-alive edifice of moving parts — thunders forth from Pluto’s realm puffing, “There can be only one!!”