Melbourne 365: Day 91

It seems almost strange to think…

Once, this was a place of great hardship, struggle, pain, sacrifice.
Now, it is none of those things.

It’s as though as time passes,
the sadness slips through the cracks in the walls,
buried under the layers of paint, dirt, and time,
falling away like the leaves, to be replaced by something
new.

Time passes. We forget. It’s how we begin again.

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Melbourne 365: Day 91

20/20 Project: Day 16, Tasmania

Day 16. Tasmania.

Not many days left now… and I still find myself contemplating what we might mean by ‘old’ and ‘new’ here; is the convict-built house old? Or the tree, planted some time later? Or is ‘old’ the hills, the grass, the history etched into the ground since long before us? And what does ‘old’ mean in the city? Do we make it, or do we find it?

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20/20 Project: Day 16, Tasmania

20/20 Project: Day 14, Tasmania.

Day 14. Tasmania.

A quintessentially Tasmanian image. Bold colours; simple colours. Trees, grass, clouds, and so much sky. Natural and constructed, wrapped around each other with an easy unconsciousness. And it’s all within 10 minutes of a decent sized town. So much to miss when I’m no longer here. And because it’s so easy to find, and so much everywhere here, does that mean I won’t even notice that it’s gone? We’ll see; soon.

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20/20 Project: Day 14, Tasmania.