The glossy, glassy world of the refracted city. Almost the same, but everything is different…
Month: September 2015
Melbourne 365: Day 191
Only birds are truly free.
Melbourne 365: Day 190
A heady mix of gates, portals, fences, surfaces, and access panels. No two walls the same, no two textures matching… it’s a cobbling-togetherness, a busy, hidden corner in a jumbled street…
Melbourne 365: Day 189
On finding myself at the entrance of this rather lovely alleyway, my question was not “Where am I?”, but rather, a somewhat more interesting variation:
“When
am
I?”
Melbourne 365: Day 188
What can we see through the square window? Is it the hopes of what’s moving overhead, or is it the past, grounding us? And what’s outside the frame? Choose your own adventure.
Melbourne 365: Day 187
We build webs of thick steel to keep the sky out, or to keep us in… careful not to fly too high – you might hit your head.
Melbourne 365: Day 186
Like lovers, light and life always find the way to each other…
Melbourne 365: Day 185
We live in a city of stories – hundreds, maybe thousands, more and more rising up all the time. Sometimes these stories meet, connect, become chapters of a larger whole. Other times, they simply glide past each other, a moment lost to time.
Melbourne 365: Day 184
One of those moments where time seems to pause, seconds stretching out like heartbeats slowing, and the spaces between time rise up, bubble to the surface in a tide of impressionist reflections, warmth, light, and connection. A moment of peace, calm, repose.
Blink and you might miss it, and those tides will never be quite the same again, as each one leaves its tiny marks on the surfaces over which it passes…
Melbourne 365: Day 183
We see the sky in segments now,
bordered by glass, concrete and steel,
a glimpse of clouds, a flash of sun.
We are out of time,
out of place.
The leaves are on the ground,
muddy brown and grey;
where was I when they were green?
Where will I go now, to listen
amongst the whispering branches?
Timothy Moss 