The Bonorong Wildlife Sanctuary started as a wildlife park, an attraction for tourists. Greg Irons had his 7th birthday party there and decided “one day I’m going to own this place.” He went to school, and then to work at … Continue reading Saving Wildlife
I had no plans for Hobart except to visit Euan Hills at the Art Mob Aboriginal Fine Art shop. While the shop is right next to where the ship docks, we passed it outbound because we knew we would buy … Continue reading Thinking of Pop in Hobart
I first learned about Hobart from Pop. During the Second World War he was on a troop ship, the George Washington, sailing from San Francisco to Calcutta (as it was then known). They zigged and zagged for weeks. The first … Continue reading Tall Ships and Long Memories
David Walsh has gifted Hobart and the world with a strange and wonderful institution. MONA, the Museum of Old and New Art, is dug into a sandstone headland that juts into Derwent River 12 kilometers from Hobart. You can reach … Continue reading MONA
I am writing this Thursday afternoon. Wednesday we were hove to off the island of Tasmania, nose into the wind, blowing up to 90 knots, surrounded by green water, 9 meter (29 foot) seas and making no process. We made … Continue reading Public Art and Pocket Parks — Hobart
To my dad Hobart was a kind of heaven. He had been on a troop ship, the Washington, for a long time out of San Francisco. The Japanese had reported sinking her but she zig zagged safely through the North … Continue reading Fulfilling Pop’s Dream – Cruising into Hobart.