Mick skips the Hallmark card, diving into poignant reflections that tug at the soul—because sometimes a trip to the cemetery on Christmas beats carols any day.

Mick's obsession with Benzo the Cat is no joke; he wields a camera like a poet holds a pen, and the black-and-white shots have more personality than my last three Tinder dates.

Mick serves spicy takes on Australian politics, proving that like a good barista, he can froth up any latte of discontent—especially when it comes to Dutton and oligarchs.

Ranging from Morrison to Minchin, Mick connects the dots between art, identity, and the socio-political landscape, as if he’s drawing a map for the lost souls searching for meaning.

With musings on cicadas and reptiles, he seems to celebrate the wild while reminding us—we're living in a world with more critters than common sense.