Great hair day…
sunrise
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Bicheno, Tasmania, 2010. A memorable trip; we were away for a planning retreat at work, and in between very productive writing sessions, we watched a mother humpback whale teaching her baby how to breach, and watched extraordinary sunrises emerging from steel grey seas…
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One of the joys of photography is that moment on that freezing, windy morning when the sun finally breaks through the clouds, just for a second…
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Another look through the round window…
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Every sunrise is worth it…
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Waking to a cloudy morning, we almost decided not to go out. I’m glad we changed our minds, as we joined the balloon crews welcoming the sun…
Melbourne 365: Day 102
Tides come and go, a slow and regular way of marking time. The sun rises and sets, and rises again, always the same. People arrive, work their purposes, and leave.
And through all of this, they wait. Silent. Old. Worn. Patient.
Melbourne 365: Day 100
We’ve made it to triple figures – day 100!
And what better way to celebrate than with the first brilliant sun of the morning, warming the buildings of the distant city? And if you look closely, you might even find a special surprise – four balloons gently riding their own source of light and heat, to trace a quiet journey through this beautiful morning…
Melbourne 365: Day 96
Time is a fluid thing, fast or slow, or sometimes both at once… how else could you watch the moon gently edging across the sky at the exact same time as the cars streak through, leaving only their noise behind, and at the exact same time as the lights slowly blink on, a window and then a floor and then a building at a time?
It all happens in a heartbeat, and a lifetime, and something in between.
Melbourne 365: Day 95
Living in the middle of the city, it’s easy to fall out of time… no sunrise or sunset, no feeling of warm light on your neck, no watching the sun chase the darkness away from the sky.
One sunrise changes everything. I remember it all, and feel… alive, connected, part of a slow turning, changing, beautiful world.
Timothy Moss 