March 23, 2016

The Rural Philosopher

I was burning through regional Victoria with M: a social change consultant-entrepreneur, friend and some-time colleague, our sedan bound for Shepparton, a two-hour straight shot north-west of Melbourne through scorched expanse, wilted gums, and that eerie empty loneliness of the Victorian bush. We’d been up at the crack of dawn each morning that week, bee-lining for […]