…laid to rest

Homemade elephant

The Homemade Elephant

In many ways, this is the archetypal, the original elephant. Not because of its age or the length of time that I’ve had it but because of its provenance.

Eaglehawk Neck dog

The Island of Ghosts

It is a mid-winter evening at Eaglehawk Neck, the sliver of sand and scrub that connects the Tasman Peninsula to the rest of Tasmania. A solitary dog walker haunts the beach. All life appears as silhouettes in the creeping blue gloom.

The Tickets

Each ticket is an entry point to the past. Admission is free.

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The Unknown Boys

A found photograph. A lost group of boys.

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The Elephants

I don’t collect elephants. They just seem to gather around me.

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Family ties

Family stories, lost and found.

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People

Places

Poetry

Relics

The remains

More remains...

Leftovers from elsewhere

Dead Real

The start of a long journey

Dead Things

Documenting death and decay in the neighbourhood

Dead Paper

Everything which would ordinarily go into the waste paper basket after use