Thirsty, hungry, dirty, tired. These men, virtually camouflaged in their uniforms amongst the charred and parched remains of the Australian bush, are smiling because their shift is over – and because the journalist told them to. I know this because the man on the left is my dad, Mark Murray.Continue reading “And It Was All Yellow: Fires, Floods, & Disaster Prevention”
January 16, 2020 | Sydney
Today I sit with my laptop on my thighs, the breeze blowing in smells of eucalyptus and damp woodchips from the garden my mother has toiled over for the last few months. It rained. Instead of the cracked sharp air of a starved landscape, there’s no smoke.
Precious, thirst-quenching, and so easily taken for granted.
When I was about seven years old, I sat on the rug in front of the TV eating my morning Vegemite toast and watched my own private horror show. Sesame Street was on. An animated cartoon segment played, in which a young boy went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and left the water running as he did so.Continue reading “Water is Life”