by Liz McQuilkin
Some see the mountain as malevolent others as benign. I see it as constantly changing. Dustings of snow on its crown resemble wisps of spare hair on a capricious old man. Along the river, white sails catch the sun. A luxury liner, like Gulliver sleeping, dwarfs the city. Hobart...
Performing arts
A song sets sail
by Chris Champion
Take a young and aspiring musician, give
him some Tasmanian-themed inspiration …
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writer and photographer PEN TAYLER “Tasmanian oak takes 80 to 100 years to grow....
by Pen Tayler
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writer and photographer PEN TAYLER “Tasmanian oak takes 80 to 100 years to grow....
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Environment
Some projects are simply beautiful from start to finish, from their quiet intention to the finished product. This is certainly the case for an innovative art-science initiative I’ve had the privilege of being involved in, which brings together a ceramicist, a photographer, an ecologist and a writer to help protect...
by Katherine Johnson
by Peter Grant
On one of our final days we met Taupo, a two-year old female harbouring four...
by Grace Heathcote
by Jonno Blood
European romanticism – a defining movement of the late 18th and early 19th centuries –...
by Peter Grant
BIRDWATCHER MEETS APEX PREDATOR writer and photographer BRONWYN SCANLON It is too hot for humans...
by Bronwyn Scanlon
Seven of us walked across the heath, through the sort of morning glow that makes you feel like you’re doing something intrepid. The scene was fit for cinema: the seven of us were on a heroic quest. The plains were gilded, the twigs of shrubs crackled beneath our bootsoles and...
by Bert Spinks
Anne is a complex soul. Beautiful, popular and flirtatious, she is also volatile – capable...
by Rob Shaw
European romanticism – a defining movement of the late 18th and early 19th centuries –...
by Peter Grant
Influencer selfies seem invariably to be taken on cloudless days, but the Tasmanian wilderness is not known for its friendly weather or ease of access. I’m yet to see an influencer photograph themselves huddled in a rain poncho in sideways hail, complete with snot icicles, waiting for someone more sensible...
by Sonia Strong
Sometimes during the Tasmanian winter, when the southerly wind blows and I am standing outside,...
by Steve Roden
The Victoria Tavern’s doors are now permanently closed to the public. In honour of the...
by Don Defenderfer
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