Tom M. Wilson

A glimpse of a misty and mysterious paddy field in southern China, a place most of you will never visit.  This photograph, and the two that follow, were taken over the last few months by my mother.  She recently returned from a trip that wound through south-east Asia, China, Mongolia, Siberia, Russia, Scandinavia, western Europe, eastern Europe and finally to Turkey.  She traveled using trains and ferries.  Mainly just trains.

I wanted to share these photos as I find them to be full of mystery; they present the known unknown.

The waters of the Hebrides off the west coast of Scotland…

The evening deepens over the countryside of Umbria in Italy…

I like photography that says goodbye to the obdurate finite.

I’ve got a new journal article just out.  It is called ‘Introduction to the Post-Pastoral in Australian Poetry’.  It recounts my search for realistic and celebratory visions of us living with nature in Australia in Australian poetry.

As you’ll see I did have some luck finding such visions, but it took some searching.

Have a look here.