Here’s to new horizons, new spaces, new challenges…
fisheye
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I wonder how many days it is until Christmas…
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Engage lightspeed!!!
Melbourne 365: Day 360
For over a hundred years, he’s stood guard at the entrance. Most days, he’s benevolent, and swallows up all who would seek to enter, only to disgorge them later, back onto the streets of St Kilda. Some days, like today, it’s a false promise, leaving us to stand and stare through the metal grill, imagining what could have been, and what has been, and what may be…
(Sharon’s interpretation of Luna Park is on her blog here.)
Melbourne 365: Day 359
Once upon a time, there was an icon of Melbourne – it was a shot tower, and stood above all of the surrounding buildings. Over time, either it shrunk, or the buildings around it just got taller, until it was almost invisible. And it began to shiver, because the next step was all but inevitable – the wrecking ball, and then ruin, and then oblivion.
But this tower had a different fate…
(Sharon’s interpretation of Melbourne Central is on her blog here.)
Melbourne 365: Day 210
An empty meeting place, with layer upon layer of witness, carved from rough-hewn rock, gently-swaying trees, and silent glass walls beyond. Time ripples outward, from the very old to the new, and beyond that, the same sky listening to the same words, seeing the same actions, feeling the same mistakes over and over and over again…
Melbourne 365: Day 201
It’s a shiny, multifaceted jewel, this one… layers upon layers, gold upon steel.
Melbourne 365: Day 101
Like something from another time, another place…
(Actually, it’s the world’s largest covered fernery, in a National Trust property called Rippon Lea in Victoria. With the massive wooden structure over the ferns, it’s a strange blend of the past and the future…)
Melbourne 365: Day 85
There is history here,
and time
life
change
season
ending
beginning
and growing
and knowing.
Melbourne 365: Day 84
A fantastic location – the dome at the State Library. Sharon and I discovered this almost entirely by accident some time ago, and I’ve been meaning to go back ever since. I love the lightness of the dome, with its yellow eye, and the darkness of the wood and the carpet below… It really wouldn’t be the same if everyone just read their Kindles now, would it?
Timothy Moss 