by Liz McQuilkin
Summer holidays at Robigana, West Tamar, Tasmania (1950s) Each morning, we wake to birdsong. It catches in the rim of eucalypts, swells to fill the curve of sky, as sunlight falls on the family cottage and filters into bush, our only neighbour. From my verandah bed I watch as...
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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photographer EMILY STOCKER writer CHRIS CHAMPION Our favourite epicurean and food writer, Fiona Stocker, recently...
by Chris Champion
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photographer EMILY STOCKER writer CHRIS CHAMPION Our favourite epicurean and food writer, Fiona Stocker, recently...
by Chris Champion
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Environment
photo PETER GRANT If you go up down to the woods today … On kunanyi’s slopes, less than five kilometres from the centre of Hobart, is what looks like a fairy garden. It looked that way for millennia, until the 1820s when was cleared and became the site of...
by Peter Grant
Some projects are simply beautiful from start to finish, from their quiet intention to the...
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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