Monday morning…
leica 25mm
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Happy birthday to the most extraordinary person I’ve ever known (that’s you Sharon – I’ve never met Mr Turgenev)…
031.
Something is cooking…
Melbourne 365: Day 304
Step into the light – or into the night…
Melbourne 365: Day 292
Some rules were meant to be broken.
Melbourne 365: Day 291
There are things that bind us, and things that divide us, and sometimes the difference between the two seems so small; traced like lines in the sand, the direction of a border drawn in ink, forming one type of character or another.
Melbourne 365: Day 287
Suddenly it made me think of neural pathways, like being trapped in a steel brain, connections everywhere and no capacity to step above it and find the pattern. Maybe that’s the intention? I liked the disequilibrium in any case…
Melbourne 365: Day 286
I looked up and saw songlines, punctuation on a string of notes, or a brief pause…
Melbourne 365: Day 284
The city washes over them, under them, but theirs is all calm, still, quiet.
Melbourne 365: Day 282
They are watching, waiting. The object of their gaze is uncertain. It might be me…
Timothy Moss 