This is where Spring begins. This is where life begins…
NSW
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Twins…
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It’s not in Melbourne, but to some people it’s an icon nonetheless…
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Near to where my parents-in-law live, there’s a remarkable cave called Natural Bridge, where a river has cut a path through the roof, and pours through into the space below with remarkable ferocity and noise.
Further down that path, the river seems to calm itself, moving in much more hushed tones and curving around, rather than through, the surrounding landscape.
I guess we are all changeable…
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A simple scene, but I liked how the light was falling across the trunks, and the reflection…
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A mid-afternoon adventure, following the twists in the road as we negotiate this particular turn in our own plotline, and then the river. The gentle, silent stream called us back, and we stopped, and for a moment, as the bugs hung lazily in the warm air and we wandered with cameras to our eyes, time stopped too… we were here. Together. We were together.
Interlude
…A short break from the in-betweens of Melbourne.
Ghost tree, NSW.
Timothy Moss 