Capetown is overseen by Table Mountain, usually shrouded in fog which swirls in the hectic winds that have blown constantly since our...

It’s Easter Sunday. Eleven weeks since I left my job behind for a bright future where I choose my own adventure each day. I’m on a plane...

On my second foray into Towradgi Creek I wield a little more authority: I'm now an appendage of Council's 'Rise and Shine' program....

In 1985 I stood on the beach with Terry Richardson at Lacanau in France watching Tom Curren surf a heat. Richo is my hero and I feel a...

Curves are another device for making people travel through a picture, the converging curves in this picture from the somewhat daunting...

Funny thing about the creek that enters the ocean near my house, it's wrapped in my family history like the tendrils of a vine. My...

My creek cleanup program has hit a snag, after such a promising start. I'm not too sure what the cleanup process includes because it's...

Part of my plan for retirement was to stay physically healthy. I started planning for this in about 1974 when I started surfing, and...

One of my deliberate aims in photography is to create pictures with depth. This involves a long depth of field, with some other tricks to...

Coming up with a band name is tough when you actually have a band. I had many years of spontaneous, hilarious names but no band to apply...

I owe this creek a few favours. As a 7-year-old boy I explored its upper reaches in the bush behind my family home, catching yabbies and...

I had a big retirement party, flattered by the attention and acknowledgement. Next day my dog died, hit by a car outside my house. Yin...