The flowers spread across the landscape like warm light, and disappear almost as quickly…
40-150mm f/2.8
080.
Every
tiny
moment
matters
when you don’t want to say goodbye.
078.
Every
tiny
story
matters
when it’s about you…
010.
Just another small, early-Autumn moment of appreciating something uncomplicated…
009.
We were watched as we walked through the rainforest…
(I take photos of birds from time to time, but generally don’t share them through my blog… my focus here tends to be images that evoke a sense of narrative, at least for me, and that’s not usually the case with shots of birds – they just are. Sometimes that’s okay though… sometimes it’s enough just to ‘be’…)
007.
A forest calls for a different kind of noticing; attending to patterns of light and shadow dancing across leaves, a secret language written in lines of seeds like braille, and the gentle unfurling of an edge catching the strength of the sun from above.
There are patterns here, deep ones, that have been playing in the margins of meaning far longer than I have been seeking them out.
Melbourne 365: Day 358
Every year in March, Melburnians gather around the Yarra, to eat, drink, watch fireworks, and celebrate… well, something. The river, I think.
We call it the Moomba Festival. It’s an icon of a different kind – more the “you have to be there to see it” kind. Which adds another dimension to our exploration here.
And every year (well, except when it was on hiatus in the first decade of this century), Moomba crowns a King and Queen, who preside over the annual parade, which draws something around 100,000 people to watch. And this year’s Queen was a jockey, who won a really big race, and the King was her brother, who was the strapper on her horse. And they were worthy royalty, and we were pleased. Is any of this making sense? Perhaps you really did have to be there…
(Sharon’s interpretation of Moomba is on her blog here.)
PS: Below are a few more shots from this year’s parade – because the King and Queen were just one small part of what makes it such an icon…
Melbourne 365: Day 197
So much movement, and depth, and yet it’s still and flat. We view the image behind glass and allow our senses, our thoughts, our minds, to fill in the gaps; the animals the same…
Melbourne 365: Day 172
The art of noticing.
Melbourne 365: Day 171
The art of stillness.
Timothy Moss 