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.

This photo is of a cousin mine.  It was taken many years ago in Carnarvon in north-west Australia. I share it with the you because I find it symbolic of white Australians learning about the life of this land, and becoming native.  In becoming truly Australian we must know this land, and bring stewardship and care to that which we are knowing.