The Hampton Road Angel
A move to Fremantle in 2022 was guided by fate, leading to a historic house with a 10-foot angel statue built two decades ago. This statue’s significance became apparent when I met the angel’s real-life muse, a musician and academic with a captivating story. It’s a tale of history, art, and the transcendence of human experience.
Read MoreThe Lost Art of Conversation
I mused during my morning commute, as I people watched, the lost art of conversation. Most of them either had headphones in, eyes glazed over listening intently to music/ podcasts or there were some without headphones mindlessly scrolling through their phones. I mentally match-made young couples from what info I could easily gather using only…
Read MorePassport refund? Or a time we will remember, long after the ink has faded.
Yesterday, I chatted to a woman, who showed me photos of her travels to Morroco. Ornate archways that lure you through them to romantic dreamscapes, vibrant tiles on crooked walls, mismatched patterned textiles that somehow work perfectly together – quaint cobbled roads, foreign and unknown, yet hauntingly familiar. I asked her how long ago she…
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First Section, Bibbulmun Track
The first section of Western Australia’s toughest endurance hike from Kalamunda to Albany. 1005km of preserved forests and coastline, meandering its way through the bush like a snake. Here’s our first several hundred km of the journey, which as expected was the hardest with my blown out knee and adjusting to walking on terrain with a 16kg pack (Caleb’s was 25kg!)
Follow our adventures on Instagram @esa_m @saltydavenport
Music by Pat Devlin
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Bibbulman, musings at 200kms..
As I walk, everything passes me by. The ever-changing bushland, wildflowers, bird life, huts. Sometimes just a blur of green, browns and greys in my peripherals. Time seems to stand still as I stop to bend down and look closely at a single tiny flower. A butterfly flight pattern can affect my own internal rhythm.…
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Getting creative outdoors. Look at those flies! (Gallery within)
The day I became a Bee Mama.
I spent the weekend leading up to Bee-Day, poring over pages of bee facts and beekeeping videos. The more I learned, the more excited I got and the more my state of awe regarding bees grew. Conversations NOT about bees, went in one ear and out the other. I was focussed on finally fulfilling my…
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Life, Death, Love… and homage to my Mum.
Maybe this is a morbid subject. Some people fear death and sadly some people welcome it, or have no choice but to live with it as their shadow. I’ve had to come to some terms with it for myself, living with a chronic illness, but it wasn’t until a couple of months ago that I…
Read MoreAlone we can do so little, together we can do so much ~ H. Keller
The crushing news of the recent events in Christchurch & resulting grief felt by humanity, has left me feeling empty, bitter, uninspired & all-in-all hopeless. I use journaling as an avenue for self reflection & expression. So here it is. My therapy, in an attempt to deal with these emotions & also honour victims all…
Read MoreImagine.
Every single person I have come across in my life suffers from varying levels of mental illness / anguish, psychological issues / wounds, anxiety and unjustified insecurities. All of us. I am a loving, observant, non-judgemental & interested people-person so I believe, if we spend some time together, I could identify at least one of…
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Let Me Tell You a Story.
Like many of you, I grew up in an Australian neighbourhood not too far from the city, knowing only one or two Aboriginal people. So when a few years ago, I drove across the country and had to refill at a petrol station in a remote Aboriginal community where bowsers were in locked cages and…
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Half way through the year and 11 camping adventures down!
I love camping. The rawness & simplicity make my soul sing and when we (casually) promised ourselves at the beginning of the year that we would camp every second weekend… I was hopeful we would at least get out once a month. Well, it’s August and we are thirty-two weekends down, and have stayed at…
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