Author: Rees Quilford

Imprecise speculation on the happenings of the Bunurong Coast

Posted on December 1, 2023April 11, 2024 by Rees Quilford

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From the Ridge

Posted on August 18, 2022April 7, 2024 by Rees Quilford

Iteration #2

Mixed media essay ‘Adrift in shallow waters: 92 days of winter’ wins Bass Coast Prize

Posted on December 3, 2021April 11, 2024 by Rees Quilford

Every day of that first arduous COVID winter, Rees Quilford dived into the bracing cold of Bass Strait, took a Polaroid photo, and documented his thoughts. The resulting essay has won the 2021 Bass Coast Prize for Non-Fiction.

Landscapes of loss

Posted on September 1, 2020April 7, 2024 by Rees Quilford

Version #1 Landscapes of losswhy are we drawn to them? Why am I drawn to this place?To possess? To mourn?

About 92 Days of Winter

Posted on June 1, 2020April 11, 2024 by Rees Quilford

A mixed media experiment in the embodied documentation of a local and personally familiar place – Cape Paterson’s Bay Beach.

Old Jim Mac

Posted on September 4, 2019September 4, 2022 by Rees Quilford

Old Jim Mac and his dog Pluto lived a long time in their cliff hut. Most folks took no notice

Litter in the dunes

Posted on September 4, 2019September 4, 2022 by Rees Quilford

Shards of brown glass still litter the sandy tracks. Once jagged edges now worn smooth. Smashed to deter the curious,

On the susso

Posted on September 1, 2019September 1, 2022 by Rees Quilford

“We’re on the susso now,We can’t afford a cow,We live in a tent,We pay no rent,We’re on the susso now.”

Splendid behaviour or passive cowardice?

Posted on February 4, 2019April 11, 2023 by Rees Quilford

News reports offered conflicting accounts of the conduct of The Artisan’s crew, the officers account reported by The Age suggested

Hidden from view

Posted on February 10, 2018September 8, 2020 by Rees Quilford

Riddled with game trials, worn by heifers, mares, wombats and wallabies. I pause by the ambling creek to admire the beautiful skeletal boughs.