on the road to the vanishing point we layered our story over the Inggarda stories ice age, crinoids, early Permian, ancient sea bed, ...

you can see forever she said — we sat in camp chairs over looking cretaceous paleo channels — still there from time when land masses pulled ...

in the room professional women their prime painted on strung with incomes of gold pearls family heirlooms carbon fractured to sparkle ...

I am a thistle collector from roadsides and spare blocks I pull roots pale bent fingers released from soil as I tug stalk shapes inden...

Click the image to view a larger version. Coral Carter (Western Australia) First published on Coral's photography blog, Rubbish P...

Hot pink feet tuck into feathered undercarriages. With a wind-up toy whirr topknots take off — fly missile straight into Father’s scatt...

A silent escape from pond central onto cave floor sand spreads to embed rock surfaces folds through the geology of foothills runs throug...

We drank beer from bottles wrapped in brown paper smoked joints spiked with too much tobacco ate Thai late on a Sunday night when t...