Sound advice…
windows
312.
Nothing like a good reflection for some cognitive dissonance…
250.
City of glass…
119.
A simple scene, and yet somehow I never get tired of looking through the round window…
118.
A simple scene, and a story yet to be imagined…
92.
A day in the life: Pt.3
10:08:56am. Federation Square (the back bit).
The ice skating rink is interesting in a “you wouldn’t expect to find one of these in Melbourne” sort of way, but not really in a “that’s a great photograph!” sort of way, so I move on. In trying to gain an elevated view of the rink, I’ve found myself in a quiet part of Fed Square that I’ve not ever really noticed before. There’s a transparent plastic roof on this part, and as I look up to admire the angles of the buildings (I really do like the architecture of Fed Square), I see these leaves. It’s actually the ‘ghost leaf’ on the left that catches my attention first; I see it as something of a metaphor for the Autumn/Winter transition that, at least in my mind, is still under way. The last leaves are still hanging on, but more let go every day, and we tread through them, grinding them into the footpath in a kind of grey pulp. And then they are gone. Not even shadows left behind…
91.
A day in the life: Pt.2
10:04:44am. Federation Square.
I arrive in the city, grey and overcast as expected. There’s an ice skating setup just down near the river, and I’m on my way to check it out. On the way there I spy the Arts Centre spire, reflected and refracted and distorted. I think it fits with the Fed Square aesthetic, all angles, lines, and jagged assemblages. I like the way the spire is so visible around this area, reflected in the river, in the windows, peeking around the corners of buildings up and down South Bank. It’s an anchor of sorts, and so it seems a good way to start my wanderings…
016.
After the rain, the air becomes chilled, full of ice and mist. I walk quickly to keep warm, but cannot help lingering at the entrance to this intriguing house, which seems half-forgotten, half-imagined… and I’m not sure whether the urge to want to go inside is outweighed by the urge to move away as quickly as possible and
not
look
back.
Melbourne 365: Day 343
One side is ordered, precise. Lines are drawn, and they are neat, and straight. The colours remain within them.
On the other side, things are not quite as they seem. The lines are warped, they move as you move, following you like ripples as you wade through a stream.
Which side calls to you?
Melbourne 365: Day 334
Behind the order, there is always chaos, straining to get free…
Timothy Moss 