Although they're so beautiful, the ruins of Angkor are a harsh place, where the sun can roast you in a matter of hours.

Good uses for bad light

Readers of this blog, which expresses love for things created with an excess of care (read: expense), may conclude that I’m irredeemably impractical. It’s certainly true that I’m not one to compromise unnecessarily, but I do appreciate good pragmatic solutions to seemingly intractable problems. Photographers call the harsh light around noon on a cloudless day…

Apple products

Remarkably this, post number 5, is my first about a pricy product – the best things in life aren’t free exactly, but many of them are intangible. Earlier this year I was persuaded to get an Android phone, and I do like it (it works, and in some ways it works better than my old…

The (UK) National Theatre’s Frankenstein

I love pretty things, but I also appreciate ugly things that are beautiful when you scratch the surface. This post is about a disturbing but touchingly beautiful play that, after I recovered from the trauma of seeing it, became one of my unlikely favourite things. Cinemas around the world (including Dendy Canberra) periodically show recordings…

Big words: meretricious

In my previous job, I was required to write such that a (mythical) interested 17 year old could understand. My current employer thankfully doesn’t assume that its audience is quite so ignorant, but nonetheless I can’t write the way I like to at work, which is I one of the reasons I started this blog.…

Senso Ji Golden Hour

Golden hour light

I love making and sharing beautiful photos, but the process of learning photography has enriched my life even more than the photos it’s produced. Practising photography has taught me, first and foremost, to appreciate light. My favourite type of light is the golden glow of the hour before sunset (which, unsurprisingly, photographers call ‘golden hour’).…

Crisp apple strudel

The Sound of Music

I’m not sure when I first saw The Sound of Music, but it’s been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. It’s songs, particularly My Favourite Things (the inspiration for this blog), have always been a comfort to me. A few years ago, during my first annus horribilis, I contracted…