It’s Commonwealth Games madness here in my home city of Gold Coast. Excitement is building. As a testament to the extent of my love for sport, I am leaving the city the morning after the Opening Ceremony to head back to Kangaroo Island for the 2018 glossy black-cockatoo breeding season. Black-cockatoos might seem like a convenient way for me to avoid the chaos of the Games (which is true), but there’s actually a connection between black-cockatoos and the Games:
The south-eastern red-tailed black-cockatoo was the official mascot of the 2006 Commonwealth Games in Melbourne. Read More
For a long time, I have wanted to write of the tragedy of the vaquita. This cryptic porpoise has been keeping a spot in my mind and my heart for a number of years, since I first learned of its imminent extinction. The story of the vaquita is so depressing, so overwhelming, that I find it hard to write about. Sadly, it’s also a predictable and all-too-common story.
Right up, here’s the punchline: the vaquita is about to become extinct.
There’s no time to really dawdle on speaking about it. Read More
As another year comes to an end, I’ve been thinking about what 2017 was for me. Strangely, though the world seems chaotic (and, at time, much worse than that), I personally feel quite grounded right now. And happy. Like, I don’t know where I’m going but I know it’s somewhere good. Maybe that’s what happens when you hit your 30s.
Many things influenced me this year, for the better. In that spirit, I thought I’d compile a little list of the top 5 books that left an impression on me during 2017. It wasn’t an easy list to make (there’s my old friend indecisiveness rearing its head again), but these ones stand out for their beautiful prose, fantastic images, the boldness of the characters, or the life lessons I gained.
Happy reading! Read More
“A grizzly bear stripping fruit from a blackberry vine in a thicket is more than a bear stripping fruit from a blackberry vine in a thicket. It is a point of entry into a world most of us have turned our backs on…” Read More
Tomorrow I’ll be 30. Admittedly, it does feel a bit strange to know that my 20s are behind me. That decade of youth where you're supposed to live wild and free before getting serious and settling - that's gone. Lived. Loved. Perhaps the strangeness is that I've always felt free, and still refuse to be restricted by anything/anyone/any thought/any expectation, but have always also taken the things in my life pretty seriously. Whatever the case, I'm in a very happy place in my life right now, just as I was when I turned 20. Read More