In 1999 Liam Connor made a major decision to quit his Environmental Science degree, and study something he was passionate about – Film Making.
Since then he has shot a number of overseas films, and was a recent finalist in the prestigious Tropfest 2013 Film Festival with his short film “Time” – shot
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There actually is much more to my life than riding bikes
This weekend, our youngest daugher Lilly had a major role in her school play, “Yee ha”. In the wild west, something stinks, and it’s not the drains. In a hilarious take on the real world, the local mayor is in cahoots with a
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The Rocky Giant hunches with his face towards the sea And his heart is filled with aching from an ancient tragedy That happened in the dreamtime when the land was fresh and young And his burning anger separated Tibro from his son.
But he holds a
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Federation Square by Cosette Paneque, on Flickr
Here’s a poem I wrote recently as part of a competition on the theme “Making pictures”.
For those of you not in the know, a Triptych is a set of three pictures, each related to a similar subject (e.g.
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It seems like wherever I ride my mountain bike these days, this wonderful rock art seems to be springing up.
One day I’ll ride by and see a simple pile of four or five stones. In a few days, there’ll be
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Why do I ride a mountain bike?
I know this sounds crazy, but deciding where to ride is a spiritual experience for me.
It forces me to think about where I’d really like to go, which means I have to listen to my “inner voice”. I often feel like I’m being “drawn” towards a
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We have family and friends who suffer from Parkinson’s Disease, so Liz had a great idea and suggested our family take part in the “Parkinson’s Qld Unity Walk” to raise money for research into the disease. This involved seeking sponsorship from kind hearted donors, and walking 4km along the foreshore at Wynnum on a glorious
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Ancient One with your arms held high, Guarding the bones in this field of tears, If I bend my ear to your gentle sigh Will you sing me your song from long-gone years?
The dark-skinned keepers of the
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