Just another late Autumn afternoon in Melbourne, watching people and birds go about their routines and rituals, and all the while the air so cold that your hands ache, the light so beautiful that your eyes ache…
jetty
Melbourne 365: Day 315
There is a very small difference
between watching, and
waiting…
Melbourne 365: Day 310
Sun. Sand. Sea. Shadows.
(This is my Australia…)
Melbourne 365: Day 301
Some endings are also beginnings. Some stories finish with more questions than they resolve. I like those stories…
Melbourne 365: Day 299
Sometimes it’s not where you are going but how you get there that determines the outcome.
Melbourne 365: Day 296
I listen to the waves, their gentle rhythm strumming a familiar tune, and watch the sun drop away, and feel, at last, a kind of home.
Melbourne 365: Day 117
Which window should we look through today?
Melbourne 365: Day 107
Photography is a great teacher… it teaches me patience, and the art of noticing. It teaches me to see not only what there is, but also what there might be, if only we choose to imagine it…
Melbourne 365: Day 106
I do wonder whether the paths need to be quite so winding, curling back and forth across the face of the hill. The end result is fantastic – like a film set in its scenic delights. So, even if they really don’t need to be this way, I’m very pleased that they are…
An adventurous track, for our day of adventure…
Melbourne 365: Day 105
A quick decision, a morning drive through the rain, a cold breeze blowing, a chance crossing, and so much more… the weekend is always worth the wait!
Timothy Moss 