The annual Barunga Festival features the bunggul, where traditional Aboriginal dancers show their skills. And then the women came out to dance. This is what I saw.
READ MOREGurrumul, Sammy Butcher, ‘mature quail’ and great footy. Barunga Festival day 2
Geoffrey Gurrumul Yunupingu came to Barunga, captured our hearts and left us all better for it. My report from day 2 of the 2013 Barunga Festival.
READ MOREVale Mr. Yunupingu 1956 – 2013
Vale Mr. Yunupingu. Taken too soon. 1956-2013
READ MOREHat-hunting in Arizona
When my beloved Stetson Open Road is all worn-out and consigned to the hat-rack it is time to return to the source for a new model, so it is off to Arizona Hatters in Tucson, Arizona for a visit.
READ MORENate Rice – on Musk Ducks and going “batshit crazy” for birds
What is a dead bird worth? Bob Gosford talks to Dr. Nate Rice of the Academy of Natural Sciences of Drexel University in Philadelphia about his life and work with 200,000 dead birds.
READ MOREBird of the Week: M. Krishnan’s “Thuggery in the Treetops”
A look at the work of Madhaviah Krishnan, an Indian journalist and photographer who for 46 years wrote the “Country Notebook” column for The Statesman of Calcutta that ranks among the finest nature writing out of the sub-continent.
READ MOREMucking about with planes … and light
And no … I’m not going to tell you how I took these pics. That is for me to know and you to find out. Or ask nicely.
READ MOREOne man, six Miura bulls. Javier Castaño triumphs at the Feria de Nimes
One man, six Miura “bulls of death” – a day of triumph for Javier Castaño, cutting five ears from six bulls and two ovations. An historic corrida during the 2012 Feria de Pentecote at Nimes.
READ MORE“Ceci n’est pas un ciel étoilé”. Seven celestial sisters for International Women’s Day
The story deals with women harassed by men. However the painting’s subject is centred on the ascension of the women to the rank of stars. Their metamorphosis sublimes their deed to deliberately refuse the status of a permanent victim and act in consequence … In these paintings, there are neither stars nor women.
READ MORENick Cave’s ornithorium
All I had to do was walk on stage and open my mouth and let the curse of God roar through me. Floods, fire and frogs leapt out of my throat. Though I had no notion of that then, God was talking not just to me but through me, and his breath stank.
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