Pix. Commodore Street, Newtown. 1992.

Pix. With Kids. Commodore Street, Newtown, 1992.

Pix. With Kids, Commodore Street, Newtown. 1992.

Pix. With Sam. Commodore Street, Newtown. Mid-1992.

On the job, pix, In Carcoar with Greg White, Sydney Morning Herald, circa 1992.

Clowning around with photographer Greg White. We had been on the road for a fortnight doing excruciating feature stories for the Summer Reading section on bypass towns and railway hotels, neither of which struck us as very riveting. Softer than soft. It rained the entire trip, we had been damp, cold, cramped and wet doing stories we didn't want to do; and then we booked into this guesthouse just outside Carcoar. It was owned by a gay couple who had fled Oxford Street for the quiet country life, and from a fortnight of misery, we were suddenly sitting in a pagoda being served breakfast with Mozart playing in the background. The couple eventually were forced to abandon their dream when one of them died of AIDS, but I always remember their kindness and the absolutely luxury of the beautiful guesthouse they had extensively renovated together. Greg was a great photographer to work with.

On the job, pix, My father's macadamia nut farm, The Sydney Morning Herald, circa 1992.

Pretty sure this was another trip around the state with photographer Greg White. On my father's avocado farm on the north coast of NSW.

On the job, pix, Out in Western NSW with Greg White, The Sydney Morning Herald, circa 1992.

At night on one of the far western nature reserves or national parks of Western NSW. Senior environment officer with the NSW National Parks Richard Kingsford is on the far left. I'm sitting next to him. And standing up in the middle after setting up the time delay shot is SMH photographer Greg White.
From memory this particular reserve was not open to the public.

Old Friends in the day, L-R, Kim O'Brien, Richard Trevaskis, Justin Brash. Circa 1992.

Old Friends in the day, L-R, Kim O'Brien, Richard Trevaskis, Justin Brash. Circa 1992. I was particularly close to Richard Trevaskis, who starred in a play I wrote called The Police Commissioner's Grandmother. We had been friends in Adelaide, Sydney and London, through many different situations. He died in 1997, at the age of 35. Reflections on his death can be found here:
http://randomstrikesrawmaterial.blogspot.com.au/2017/06/raw-data-death-of-one-survival-of-many_25.html

Pix. Home, Newtown, 1992.

Photo, Better Days Two, 1992.

Photo, Better Days, Circa 1992.