The flowers spread across the landscape like warm light, and disappear almost as quickly…
hillside
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The light fades as the dark begins to fall on a spotless sky.
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The trees and the ferns tower over the road, filtering light and rain alike. The effect is somewhat cathedral-like, as though we should tread carefully, lightly, deliberately, speaking only in hushed voices, quiet in the presence of a work of such scale and intent…
Welcome to the Black Spur.
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We push open the cracked door, and listen to it complain as rusty hinges bite. The greenhouse is old, dusty; plants are spilling over their baskets reaching for the ground. After a few minutes, I look outside; the sky is gone. So are the hills and the trees, lost in a thick, damp fog.
It’s as though we have skipped a season, time moving faster outside than here with us. But that’s okay: I’m warm, I’m dry, and I’m with you.
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I am dreaming of faraway places, worlds full of green…
Interlude
…A short break from the in-betweens of Melbourne.
Ghost tree, NSW.
Contrasts
Three months… really? Maybe I need a new project… in the interim, I’m enjoying the contrasts here…
20/20 Project: Days 1-7, Melbourne
Days 1-7. Melbourne.
Leaving. Hurrying to the top deck before all the colour is gone. Cabin. No windows. Driving. Arriving. No internet. No phone. No TV. No furniture. Road trip. Sun. Sand. Wind. More wind. Chicken parmi. Driving. Trees falling. Arriving back. Still no internet, phone, TV. Unpacking. Lots of unpacking. Boxes. Paper. Power cords. Extension cords. Heatwave. Bushfires. Buying fans. Eating out. Trips to IKEA. Tip runs. Green waste. Driving. Changing gears. Walking. Hot. Sweating. Getting ready for work. New work. New job. New city. Lots to think about. Where did I put the spare scooter key? And the lease? And my new office key?
Still no phone, internet, TV.
It’s a blur. Here is the evidence, in no particular order other than the order that makes sense to me now…
20/20 Project: Day 15, Tasmania
Day 15. Tasmania.
Beauty exists on every scale here; from the unique stripes on a leaf, standing out in a sea of green, through to the play of light bursting through clouds and selecting just the right spot to warm. And I’m leaving it behind – for what kind of beauty? I don’t know. Yet. But I’m convinced that every place has its magic – we just need to learn to see it. That learning starts next week.
20/20 Project: Day 14, Tasmania.
Day 14. Tasmania.
A quintessentially Tasmanian image. Bold colours; simple colours. Trees, grass, clouds, and so much sky. Natural and constructed, wrapped around each other with an easy unconsciousness. And it’s all within 10 minutes of a decent sized town. So much to miss when I’m no longer here. And because it’s so easy to find, and so much everywhere here, does that mean I won’t even notice that it’s gone? We’ll see; soon.
Timothy Moss 