The light seems brightest when it’s so close to the shadows…
toy lens
144.
There are curtains twitching in the corners of our vision, on a still afternoon in the forest…
140.
There are strange reflections, hiding deep in the forest…
139.
There are strange machinations, buried deep in the forest…
Melbourne 365: Day 293
The wheel turns, and if we don’t turn with it, our pasts, futures, stories, histories, all tumble away, all become grist, and then dust, moving in gentle chaos, blown to oblivion.
Melbourne 365: Day 283
They are waiting patiently, for a time long ago.
Melbourne 365: Day 259
Here sits history. Here sits wisdom. Here sits a story. Here sits time.
Melbourne 365: Day 181
Many things can be found lurking in the shadows:
mischief
alarm
nuance
and
wise
words.
Melbourne 365: Day 110
There’s a bear in there…
