Sleepwalking…
winter
491.
Melbourne. Winter. Still 2017…
490.
Melbourne. Winter. 2017…
181.
It’s time for Spring…
180.
At the very end of Winter, we see the patterns begin again…
179.
At the very end of Winter, strange shapes emerge…
178.
At the very end of Winter, we see colour as if for the very first time…
177.
At the very end of Winter, we dream of sun-soaked mornings…
176.
At the very end of Winter, we look for a light in dark times…
175.
At the very end of Winter, only the bones of a life remain…
Timothy Moss 