Fragment: Life in the city
It’s another world for me; light and shade, colour and movement, time…
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Month: November 2013
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Fragment: Strange reflections…
I wonder what they are watching in there…
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Fragment: Something big is on the horizon…
It’s been a funny week. Can’t quite lose the feeling that something is out there, about to happen. It hasn’t quite shown itself yet, but I keep seeing small glimpses – little flashes. Is it a storm, or a heatwave? Or both?
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Fragment: People of Sydney…
So in my last post, I wrote about how intriguingly colourful I was finding Sydney to be – flashes of colour and light. But did I mention the interesting and intriguing people I’ve encountered along the way? It may be time for me to do that…
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Fragment: Sydney (again)
This is a surprising place; flashes of colour, sound, light. Movement in the corners of vision, and the heat, and the light, strong, bold and jovial. So far it’s a city that is itself made of fragments, but they are inviting and intriguing and I’m loving it all…
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Fragment: Bondi…
We walked up the hill, listening as the drone of the helicopter and the jetskis competed with the roar of the water and the winds.
I have never been to Bondi beach before. It was nothing like I had expected. It was less shiny, less cared for, more peeling, flaking, rusting, empty, tired from the salt and the wind and the people, always the people, wearing away colour and stone and dreams…
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Fragment: Sydney, Day 2…
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Fragment: Welcome to Sydney.
Early days… hot days, too…
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Timothy Moss 