The light seems brightest when it’s so close to the shadows…
26mm f/1.4
144.
There are curtains twitching in the corners of our vision, on a still afternoon in the forest…
140.
There are strange reflections, hiding deep in the forest…
139.
There are strange machinations, buried deep in the forest…
Melbourne 365: Day 293
The wheel turns, and if we don’t turn with it, our pasts, futures, stories, histories, all tumble away, all become grist, and then dust, moving in gentle chaos, blown to oblivion.
Melbourne 365: Day 283
They are waiting patiently, for a time long ago.
Melbourne 365: Day 259
Here sits history. Here sits wisdom. Here sits a story. Here sits time.
