Melbourne 365: Day 133

It was the patterns on the wall that caught my eye here – like shadows from the past, something we can no longer see, just feel… and then the layers of paint removed along with the tree, reminding me that our histories are not straight lines, our lives not drawn with a ruler, but rather a series of overlapping, intersecting moments, subject to be shuffled and replaced as time continues…

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Melbourne 365: Day 133

Melbourne 365: Day 91

It seems almost strange to think…

Once, this was a place of great hardship, struggle, pain, sacrifice.
Now, it is none of those things.

It’s as though as time passes,
the sadness slips through the cracks in the walls,
buried under the layers of paint, dirt, and time,
falling away like the leaves, to be replaced by something
new.

Time passes. We forget. It’s how we begin again.

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Melbourne 365: Day 91

Melbourne 365: Day 88

 

Something about this location has me thinking about it, long after I’ve physically moved on. The space, and perhaps even more so the image of it, seems somehow unresolved to me. I see these large, heavy, solid, old, worn, doors, their history of movement etched into the scratches on their face.

And then I see the cracks and the light, the clarity and the sense of space all around them… are the doors holding it all at bay, restraining it, or are they just about to burst open, let the outside in?

Do I see an end, or a beginning? Or is it both, all at the same time?

And is that lack of resolution a constraint, or a freedom? Or is it both, all at the same time?

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Melbourne 365: Day 88

Melbourne 365: Day 83

 

One of the things that I miss most about Tasmania (apart from the air so fresh it makes your lungs ache, and then sing) is the green. Everywhere is green, and not even the same green – there are as many different greens as there are trees, and grass, and crops, and seemingly all of the other colours combined.

I miss those greens.

Today, I discovered there is green here in Melbourne. The language isn’t quite so full, and the colours not quite so fresh, but it’s still here. And seeing it made my heart ache, and then sing.

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Melbourne 365: Day 83