Reflections

Perhaps the only thing worth anything are thoughts and memories, sketches of the consciousness – certainly not worth much economically, but worth recording, even for myself and the very few people whom they might interest. It follows then that writing is one way of translating and recording these thoughts and impressions.

The arrival of generative AI tools into the mainstream in recent times caused a real shudder within me. That has to be the best way to describe it. As someone who's always been excited by technology and saw some hope in the developments that have come along in my own time, this was something very di...

The following are personal reflections about The Voice referendum, which took place here in Australia 14 October 2023.

Last Sunday morning, I was apprehensive about checking the result of the referendum, but when I finally did it was demoralising and confusing. While lately, political outcomes oft...

Last week, we entered into a fifth lockdown here in Melbourne. Much like the others, things changed quickly. We knew that NSW was grappling to get on top of their cases, which was slightly unusual as they have seemed to be able to prevent these widespread outbreaks up until now. Their situation rese...

Here in Melbourne, Victoria, we entered a forth lockdown on 27 May 2021. Like the previous 'snap' lockdown in February, it caught me by surprise. Life seemed to have resumed full momentum by May and although I knew winter was approaching, we appeared to have been in control of any locally spread c...

I recently and accidentally discovered the photography of Vivian Maier (1926 – 2009). This was personally significant for me as I once lived and breathed street photography, went on to study photography at university and subsequently drifted away from it as a medium and art form. I can remember firs...