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Luca and the Fab Five
A new animation flick flaunts the charms of Cinque Terre, writes STEVE McKENNA
Character of Esperance never fails to charm
The town exudes a distinctive spirit in both its present and the past, writes WILL YEOMAN
Destinations to warm the heart
STEPHEN SCOURFIELD presents his Top 10 WA winter destinations
Sweet fruits of traditional knowledge
WILL YEOMAN has great company by Rocky Pool billabong, east of Carnarvon...
Exhibition makes a dynamic impression
“Paint as you see nature yourself. If you don’t see nature with an individual feeling, you will never be a painter, and all the teaching cannot make you one.”
With those words, Claude Monet sums up the entire Impressionist project.
Stomped by giant monsters
They've been stomped by giant monsters, swooped by flying superheroes, invaded by gun-wielding criminals and cursed by demons. But fortunately those grim events only occurred in movies, so these 10 film locations across Asia are still very attractive tourist destinations...
Melbourne exhibition makes an impression
“‘Impressionism’ was the term seized upon by those seeking to describe all that was new in Australian painting in the late nineteenth century. It provoked both admiration and derision.”
Mural pays homage to man & moment
From little things, big things grow — and some of the most important roots of the growth in Australia’s recognition of Indigenous issues are in Katherine, in the Northern Territory.
Leisurely roll where camels trod
The Ghan train persists southwards through the motionless Red Centre of Australia and I lie in bed, snuggle into crisp, white cotton, and watch the day dawn.
The rhythm of the rails.
Sun smearing orange across the sky, then peeping over the horizon, squinting sharp, golden rays.