When I finally board the Prospector and push my backpack, tent and camera bag up into the overhead of the car, I will have been in Australia for 8 weeks and seen nothing except freaking Kalgoorlie. Haaa! I don't mind. I, in fact, will say, go…
It's a great day to listen to Motorhead and Maps on Main Street !!!! This is what happens when I remember to turn my cell phone on and it's so sunny I can barely see and it's the SECOND time in a day I've walked the 2 miles r/t to t…
I don't care I am wearing the ugliest men's work shirt, i love this photo more every time I see it. Mirko (back), Tessa and Dominic (thumbs up!) were great Amazon-mates, excited about everything and willing to do anything even when that me…
Driving the Golden Pipeline heritage trail 600KM from Perth to Kalgoorlie, you go by a lot of small typically western Aussie towns. In this one, there were two automobiles that "didn't make it," as my mom says when there's roadki…
Traveling solo, I usually never have photos as keepsakes for myself. It's great to be sent some from Eduardo Sousa, whose family was lovely to spend three days with at Selenkay Conservancy in Kenya. I'm especially glad he took some of me a…
There is a lot of gold mining in western Australia. That's why Kalgoorlie is here. Workers pull 800,000 ounces of gold a year out of the Super Pit, the largest open pit gold mine in Australia, which will eventually stretch 3.6 kilometres long,…
I turned on Facebook and found this — a poem by the talented Brad Werner in Arizona, who was somehow inspired to write a poem [https://bwer432.wordpress.com/2014/08/31/dont-muss-with-cuss/] about me and my projects. I'm honored!!! .. and so I&…
This afternoon and tonight I went through my photos for the day with five Masai men in beautiful red regalia and beaded arm bands and finery huddled around and behind me, watching and laughing and pointing 1. recognizing their friends and in SO A…
8.17.14 I wake up to someone chewing in my ear. It is pitch black. No one is beside me. They chew again. I lay there with my eyes closed for another second, listening to the jaws gnaw, over and over. No birds are singing. It is late, and not so e…
