I call this the Melbourne experiment – just how many lives can you cram into one electrified metal box?
Month: May 2016
070.
Monday self-portrait…
069.
Every sunset is a new canvas, painted in light…
068.
Just another late Autumn afternoon in Melbourne, watching people and birds go about their routines and rituals, and all the while the air so cold that your hands ache, the light so beautiful that your eyes ache…
067.
Once, this was a very different space, called Australia on Collins, a charming if somewhat tired shopping centre. Now, it’s had something of an extreme makeover… no longer do the escalators guide us to bland chain stores; now, they guide us somewhere else altogether…
(The bland chain stores aren’t open quite yet!)
066.
I can’t help but wonder if through that door lies the entrance to the matrix…
065.
Nothing’s as satisfying as a (compositionally) balanced meal!
064.
A different night, and a different bay, but the same icy air kept us alert after dark…
063.
We watched the sun sink into the ocean, and then leave its mark across the sky like memory. As it faded we felt the cold wind race across the calm sea, screaming for our attention as one sense gave way to another…
062.
Where to today?
Timothy Moss 