Music in the Wind


Narooma, Australia

The morning dawned crisp and I hopped on to Zoom to join our weekly happy hour back in the states. My hopes were higher for today, and they were exceeded.

The photo above … I pointed the rental Peugeot north out of Eden with a coastal route planned. After ducking into a few charming places, I saw a sign for a tourist route and thought, I’m a tourist … a few moments later I spotted a little park up on the cliffs, overlooking a beach.

I parked and walked to the edge, proceeding to make very mediocre photos. It was windy and, every now and then I thought I heard a musical note or three. Too long on the road, I thought. I went back to making mediocre photos, creeping around the edge of the cliff to look out to the sea more than the beach.

The notes got more consistent, then I saw the white van. And in the passenger seat, a gentleman playing flute.

There was some comfort in the music, there was more in knowing I wasn’t hallucinating.

I listened for a few moments then approached, chatting for a moment before asking if I could make a photo. It’s one of those daunting things photojournalists must do, to approach strangers and ask for assistance. Our entire careers are based on the generosity of others.

“Let’s do this.” An immediate, unhesitating response.

I wish the photo rose to the quality of the memory. Casey Greene gave me another one of those connections to cherish. He goes up there as often as he can to practice, finding inspiration in the view. He was playing along with some music on his phone, trying to work out a Charlie Parker piece.

It was a brief encounter on my 27th day on the road. A few notes in the wind, fleeting. A musician who was warm and welcoming. But it was a reminder of what I had looked forward to.

It wasn’t to check off the sights, the ability to say I’d seen the Sydney Opera House and watched a Women’s World Cup match. It was to spend a little time with people who were living lives like my own, sharing a little grace with a wanderer.

The rest of the drive was wonderful. Two lanes of macadam that rose from the coast up into the hilled forests. Villages with oyster farmers and old Bedford trucks.

I arrived in Sydney late, checking back into the hotel I’d started the trip at. With rain looming, I headed towards an area I thought I could grab a late bite to eat. I peaked into a few windows that looked too fancy, then came around a dark corner and heard a voice call out.

There, on a street in Sydney, a woman I’d worked alongside in Melbourne. Shireen Ahmed from the CBC was out with a cousin and I was lucky enough to join them for dinner.

To drive some 500+ kilometers on the wrong side of the Princes Highway, longing a bit for home and finding friendly souls along the way … serendipity is wonderful.


Eden, Australia


Eden, Australia


Eden, Australia


Eden, Australia


Merimbula, Australia


Merimbula, Australia


Cobargo, Australia


Tilba, Australia


Sydney, Australia

Heading North, the Start


Lakes Entrance, Australia

My original plan was to take the train back to Sydney, but I realized I needed to see more of this place and a window view wasn’t going to be enough. This morning, I packed the last things away and picked up a rental car, then headed out.

The day was overcast and the route I selected was … less than I’d hoped. East out of Melbourne, my first target was Lakes Entrance which one person had told me was lovely and another said was desolate. The latter, alas, proved true – most of it was quiet and closed as it was very off season.

I pressed on along the coast, deciding to stay in Eden. Arriving after dark, there wasn’t much to explore and, again, most of it was closed being winter. I found a little place for dinner that promised charm and delivered a palatable fish and chips. A late night walk was relaxing but visually minimally productive.

Tomorrow’s journey is along the coast, ducking into national and state forests. Hopeful.


Eden, Australia


Eden, Australia

A Last, Long Walk


Melbourne, Australia

My final day in Melbourne. One last match I’ll edit from the apartment in the evening which left me with a day to wander.

The light and architecture in this city are wonderful. My collegue said it’s much like Boston. And it is, if the road planners knew how to draw a straight line. The mix of old and new, of heritage and hope, is intoxicating. I’ve been here for nearly three weeks and everyone I’ve met has been kind, gracious and welcoming.

If I need to flee my homeland, this would work.

A long walk with but one destination, the Fox Collection. Small but powerful.


Melbourne, Australia


Melbourne, Australia


Melbourne, Australia


Melbourne, Australia


Melbourne, Australia


Melbourne, Australia


Melbourne, Australia


Melbourne, Australia


Melbourne, Australia


Melbourne, Australia


Melbourne, Australia


Melbourne, Australia


Melbourne, Australia


Melbourne, Australia


Melbourne, Australia


Melbourne, Australia


Melbourne, Australia


Melbourne, Australia


Melbourne, Australia


Melbourne, Australia


Melbourne, Australia


Melbourne, Australia


Melbourne, Australia


Melbourne, Australia

Winding Down


Melbourne, Australia

Our last match at the stadium and I’m editing two games again. Having the work of my students flowing in from two different pitches, in two different cities, trying to watch two different games … I need more practice. And I want more practice.


Melbourne, Australia