About
The bones of our world are old - we stopped listening to them ages ago
Hi
I am Peter: I am a wanderer, lawyer, author and photographer.
The stories of the world surrounds us and we are blind to them We have forgotten simple things: why we have seven days, what the names mean, how patterns intersect.
A lifetime ago, I started writing about this in Syntaxis - a book about game theory. Later, I used that work in social and legal theory: building a constitution of a newly formed state and rewriting its civil law. I joined a small group of people who, across the ages, have studied our most ancient laws, customs and beliefs.
For the last couple of decades, I have been running at 100 miles a second, working deep in the interspaces between the bones of our world, working with the old patterns.
This place is my way of slowing down a little, starting to give the bones voice, and having some fun. In the past couple of years, i have written 9 novels (and, with CR Bravo, 3 graphic novels), explored countless wild places, photographed waterfalls and enjoyed my life.
Come visit
Author: Peter Quinton
You can write to me directly at peterwquinton@gmail.com
You can adventure with me at my website
The books we wrote here are now on Amazon
You can find my footprints on GoogleMaps
The books we wrote here are now on Amazon
You can find my footprints on GoogleMaps
Comments
I stumbled over your exquisite writing at 3am this morning trying to find out more about Tahmoor Gorge and surrounding landscape. Your nature writing voices everything I see and feel in place, and therefore summarised exactly what I was searching for last night. Thank you - Erin
Tahmoor is a place of great beauty and sadness. This is a place that can become very crowded - and part of me likes that people come and enjoy the water and paths.
It is a different place when the place is empty, and the voices of the young fade into the rocks. Kant said that an essential ingredient in the perception of the sublime is the apprehension of fear. I do not think that we should therefore avoid these places - i find it a part of accepting the environment as it is, without the comfort of railings and steps or ladders.
Thank you for your comments
Peter
What a fabulous find in the tardis of the internet! I grew up on Foxlow and feel your connection, beautiful. Are you open to creating stories for other destinations?
Thanks for your comment and your shared love of this area - the lagoon is looking splendid, and I am sure I saw the albino kangaroo in the top paddocks a couple of days past. This region is full of magic, and I am still kicking myself for not spending more time exploring it more closely before the pandemic really sent me into our backcountry and its trove of waterfalls, regenerating forests, and orchid fields. It is a source of endless joy to listen to the old stories of those who have lived here, and to try to unravel some of the mysteries :)
As a side project to the pilot film we are shooting about Scarborough, I have been busy building a set centered on the Talaganda to shoot a series of short films following the history of the place - the coronial inquest of the Long Tailor and the story of Sir Watkin Wynne who tracked down the Clarke gang, both of whom once rode these hills, might be an interesting place to start. In this regard, I confess that I have been spending a fair amount of time working on horse-based animations with this in mind :)
This year should see two long novels published - one on love and the other on dreams (or perhaps it is the other way around) - as well as half a dozen films. But I am always on the look-out for new destinations (although, now I have heard the story from an elder of a Tallaganda stream that grants immortality to one who drinks from it, I shall not stray too far :)
Cheers
Peter
It is a lifetime past and I am afraid the young do not understand such things, but yes, I still have them :) You have to be a little mad to wear such, but better a little mad than timid. They were the best of times.
Cheers
Peter