Another adventure at night, this time deep in the belly of the city, admiring the jagged lines and the gentle curves, like we’re climbing our way out of the throat of some metal creature. Follow the path; follow the leader…
Month: May 2015
Melbourne 365: Day 69
Autumn is almost done, again. We’re running out of leaves, to turn from green to muddy shades of brown, and then let go, one last graceful spiral. We’re running out of time, to walk in the long afternoon shadows, as golden light warms our skin.
Soon, it will be Winter. Cold, dark, grey, all skeletal branches and bluster, sending the leaves on their way. I can almost feel it, just around the corner…
Melbourne 365: Day 68
One of those days where it feels like you’re in the wrong lane – either everyone else is speeding by, or else they are moving in slow motion, a metre a minute… are you going too fast, or should they just pull over?
Melbourne 365: Day 67
Standing right here, it feels a little like Winter is only half a bridge away…
Diversion #1: Vivid festival
In a departure from the current project, here are a selection of shots from last weekend, where we took a brief (too brief!) excursion to Sydney to check out Vivid Festival – a collection of lights, music, and ideas. We will definitely be back next year…
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Melbourne 365: Day 66
We’ve arranged to meet after work. Train beats tram (as usual), and so I have a few moments to collect my thoughts, take a pause, let time stretch around me, flexing and contracting with the change from red to green… not long to wait now.
Melbourne 365: Day 65
We watch the mirrored walls bounce reflections like echoes, fragments of the scene ricocheting through our vision in pieces. It makes our heads buzz. We fit the pieces together ourselves, making something that’s new, ours.
Melbourne 365: Day 64
We heard them before we saw them, but then the orange drew our eyes, moving through the city like a flick of flame. And then the buskers joined in the beat, and for the next minute or so, our little patch of the street caught fire, sending sound and joy and movement upwards into the sky, twirling and twisting above us.
And then, it was over. They moved on. So did we. But our night was a little richer, a little warmer, all the same.
Melbourne 365: Day 63
I loved the brightness of the orange and green, drawing us in like a beacon, shining out always against the inky blackness. It seemed to send out ripples of light, making this dark corner something more, something better…
Melbourne 365: Day 62
It’s not all sharp lines, right angles, grey horizons here… it’s important to remember that. And yet so easy to forget…
Timothy Moss 