A sleepy time of day in a sleepy little town…
big stopper
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A day in the life: Pt.19
04:00:39pm. Flinders Street Station.
I’ve had this shot in mind for some time, and this exercise gave me the perfect opportunity to implement it… a familiar (some would say iconic) Melbourne location, shot with a longer exposure than is generally the case. The stormy clouds in the frame lived up to their fearsome appearance; by the end of the exposure, it was already starting to rain…
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A day in the life: Pt.13
02:10:53pm. Princes Pier.
Just a quick turn to the left from my last shot, is a very familiar shape… to me it’s a symbol for escape, adventure, family, and maybe even home…
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A day in the life: Pt.12
02:07:07pm. Princes Pier.
I keep returning to this location; there’s something about it that seems to draw in photographers, and draw them back. On this day, I was seeking a new angle, looking for patterns and textures and forms at a different level…
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A day in the life: Pt.7
11:43:49am. St Kilda Pier.
I thought the Pier might produce something of interest – seagulls, or people fishing, or penguins, or some combination thereof. As it turned out, the view from the Pier was better than the view of the Pier, as the storm clouds gathered above the city…
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Every sunrise is worth it…
Melbourne 365: Day 309
Time moves differently by the sea… minutes give way to the breath of the tide, hours to the changing sky, from blue time to amber and gold, and then back to blue again…
Melbourne 365: Day 102
Tides come and go, a slow and regular way of marking time. The sun rises and sets, and rises again, always the same. People arrive, work their purposes, and leave.
And through all of this, they wait. Silent. Old. Worn. Patient.
Melbourne 365: Day 95
Living in the middle of the city, it’s easy to fall out of time… no sunrise or sunset, no feeling of warm light on your neck, no watching the sun chase the darkness away from the sky.
One sunrise changes everything. I remember it all, and feel… alive, connected, part of a slow turning, changing, beautiful world.
Fragments and memories 21
Fragment: I will miss the gentle rhythm of the waves.
Timothy Moss 