I am dreaming of faraway places, worlds full of green…
George Tindale Gardens
Melbourne 365: Day 344
It’s not always only darkness in the shadows…
Melbourne 365: Day 342
It was a little tired around the edges, but there’s lots left to give…
Melbourne 365: Day 328
There is no light without shadow.
There is no shadow without light.
Melbourne 365: Day 327
I love it when the world is full of green…
Melbourne 365: Day 326
We play out the same stories, and the same patterns, time and again. It’s only the scale that changes; a planet orbiting around a sun, a curl hovering on the edge of a stamen – same dance, different scale.
Melbourne 365: Day 325
It seemed a delicate balance, a purely accidental honouring of times past, and an appreciation of noticing before it all fades to grey.
Melbourne 365: Day 324
Sometimes it’s good to be different.
Melbourne 365: Day 319
We are
all of us
dreaming of tomorrow;
but
it’s
not
always
the
same
dream.
Melbourne 365: Day 318
We are
all of us
following a winding road;
but
it
doesn’t
always
turn
the
same
way.
Timothy Moss 