I really enjoyed the latest micro.blog photo challenge, both taking part and seeing all the great photos you people posted. As ever, there were some very imaginative responses to the daily prompts.

Why not check out the photo grid? My own little photo wall is also open for viewing.

As online search declines (thanks Google 😖) more people should know about it the discovery tools on micro.blog. They’re seriously useful.


📷 Day 30: hometown

A view of the Botany Bay shore, with the Sydney CBD in the background

📷 Day 29: drift

Parasailing over the ocean near the shore.

Is the Web reconfiguring itself again?

a pile of ropes

Is the web falling apart?, Eric Gregorich wonders.

Meanwhile Manuel Moreale is confident that the web is not dying.

I agree with both of them. These views aren’t contradictory. Falling apart is what the Web does best. It’s been falling apart since it started, and reconfiguring itself too.

Google search used to control and shape the web. Because everyone just Googled their searches, websites all used Search Engine Optimization in a vicious circle of conformity. But that’s finally changing.

Search gets degraded by advertising greed on one side and AI tools are generating drivel on the other. Both are examples of what Ed Zitron calls the rot economy.

So how can good material rise to the surface?

In part it’s a return to the old ways. Blogrolls and webrings and RSS are having a mini-revival and it’s not entirely mere nostalgia. One-person search engines like Marginalia are having a moment, as are metasearch engines and other ‘folk’ search strategies. I like little experiments like A Website Is A Room.

Here’s my tip: to find interesting books, great quotes, and intriguing podcasts, more people should know about micro.blog Discover!

Photo by Valeria Hutter on Unsplash

📷 Day 28: Community. Spotted at a rally in Sydney: “Let’s dream new blueprints for the world we want to live in…”

A hand-lettered poster at a rally says Let's dream new blueprints for the world we want to live in...

Finished reading: Ian Gentle: The Found Line, edited by David Roach 📚

I’ve posted about this interesting artist previously, because I loved The Gentle Project.

Cover shot of Ian Gentle - The Found LinePhoto of the Australian artist Ian Gentle, from the back cover of the book, Ian Gentle - The Found Line

Finished reading: Always Will Be by Mykaela Saunders 📚

These short stories are set entirely in Australia’s Tweed region, but they range over a vast time-frame: from the more-or-less present to the far distant future. I loved the tough optimism. Always will be Aboriginal land - an ideal sci-fi theme.

A clip of the cover of Always Will Be by Mykaela Saunders

📷 Day 27: it’s always a lovely surprise to receive a bespoke selection of books in the mail, from the Wild Book Box.

A nicely gift-wrapped package of books. The bookmark says 'the wild book box'.

📷 Day 26: critter. It’s a bluebottle, or Portuguese man o’ war. These wash up on the beach, mainly in late Summer and early Autumn.

📷 Day 25: spine. This is ‘Echidna’ by Illawarra artist Ian Gentle.
An artwork made of sticks pointing inwards to form a rectangle. The void in the centre is reminiscent of an echidna

📷 Day 24: light. I took this shot as we saw in the new year on the beach.

A lantern shines on a beach in the dark. Lights shine on the distant shoreline.

📷 Day 23: dreamy. On the weekend I visited White Bay Power Station for the Sydney Biennale. Reopened after 40 years mothballed!

A tall power station chimney, reflected upside down in a puddle.

📷 Day 22: blue. This is the ocean pool at Kiama, NSW.

A rock swimming  pool with the ocean in the background. The water looks very blue.

📷 Day 21: mountain. This is Black Mountain, the unlikely centre of Canberra.

Black Mountain in Canberra, covered in eucalyptus trees, with an iconic communications tower at the top.

📷 Day 20: ice

Memories of Norway.

An orange sledge stands alone in the snow

📷Day 19: birthday

On my birthday this year I visited an exhibition of the artist Louise Bourgeois. She claimed we’re born alone, but it’s the opposite. We’re born quite literally connected to another person.

A man’s shadow on a wall which has a quote by Louise Bourgeois on it.

📷 Day 18: mood

The Blue Mountains, in one of their mysterious moods.

A mist-shrouded pillar of sandstone in the Blue Mountains, west of Sydney, topped with dense vegetation.

📷 Day 17: transcendence

Rays of sunlight break through clouds over water, with Sydney's Blues Point Tower to the right in the middle distance