By Bridie Walsh
The Blackwood-tree-lined driveway of Griffins Hill is a welcome sight for published poet and avid photographer, Christina McCallum, who visits the retreat at least twice a year. “It’s a place that allows all sorts of space. Creating space is something Frank talks about a lot,” she says.
Hidden scars, new starts
The rocky outcrop on Mt Sturgeon particularly fascinates Christina. It’s the subject of a poem she is working on.
“It has an abruptly rising escarpment,” she says. “I can see it from the bedroom I stay in. It’s like a scar.”
Some years ago, after heavy rain there was a landslide at Mt Sturgeon. “I was shocked that such a solid mountain lost a part of itself.”
The incident parallels her life.