Distilled: December 2017

Another month, another collection of photos to share, this time with a few thoughts of mine. These are frames/compositions/things/images/moments that compelled my deviation from the norm.

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Flinders Street Station, Melbourne

You might recognise this familiar grey as the omen of December storms past. It was something the state emergency services warned you about. Maybe you were waiting for a text reply from a friend but got a storm instead. Maybe they are the same?

Thought Capsule: What kind of bombshell will be left?

I was standing on the platform at Flinders Street Station, and was also, standing by the Huangpu River, looking up at the Shanghai Tower.

It marvels me that people can build such structures that pierce through the fog. Admittedly, the Eureka Tower is significantly smaller than the Shanghai Tower, but, in essence they are the same. Both structures were engineered as new platforms for viewing what is increasingly the same storm.

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Isabella Williams Memorial Park, Deer Park

I am running, too slowly, but my feet continue to hit the concrete. It is my will and gravity’s will. My heart feels small, but persistent. I look up at the sky and look back down at the pavement. It tells me to pick it up.

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Tandoori Times, Anderson Street, Yarraville

She laughs, brightly, piercing through whatever fog or stew you’re sitting in.

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Burger Bollard, Flinders Street, Melbourne
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Faraday Street, Carlton
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Corner of Little Bourke Street and Swanston Street, Melbourne
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The Somber Sombrero, Brunswick Street, Fitzroy

This is a point of creative departure unto itself. What shenanigans had befallen the formely hatted person involved on this Saturday night? More to the point, what else for this singular sombrero?

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Housing Development on Bourke Street

I’m not sure what the artist meant, if anything by it, but it was painted on corporate construction on Bourke Street, which is, to some, a home. A piece of cardboard, a hat, a something that gets you through it.

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Balaclava Ice Cream Sandwich, Cuppa Turca Dondurma & Desserts

Delectable.

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View of the Carlton Hotel, Bourke Street
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Bird, Sydney Road, Brunswick
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Little Mule Café, Somerset Place, Melbourne
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Scorpion, Somerset Place, Melbourne
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Live Music at the Naked Egg, Ballarat Street, Yarraville
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Save the Campbell Arcade, Sticky Institute, Campbell Arcade, Melbourne

If you didn’t already know, Campbell Arcade is that underground space connecting Flinders Street Station to Degraves Street. It starts in the middle of the big old station, burrowing under Flinders Street. Sometimes access is closed, sometimes it is open. It widens, provides homes for the newsagency, the handmade clothes shops, the record shop, the coffee shop, the zines stop and keeps running until it becomes a Belgian waffle stop. Occasionally the art in the displays change. Once, I overheard a class of school kids on a walking tour react in outrage, confusion, surprise on discovering that there existed, once, a bowling alley further along. Their hopes lingered as they subsequently discovered that it was still mainly there, just boarded up and severely disused.

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The Village Larder, Woodend

Here you will find the world’s best coconut and cherry meringue slice.

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Woodend
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Woodend

This was the weather on the morning of the bushfire.

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Grassfire at Turpins Falls

This is the beginning of the bushfire.

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Little Mule Unicycle, Somerset Place

I stopped to take a photo and looked up to see a purple haired girl stop too. Monday she leaves for someplace else, she doesn’t know, backpack packed on her back, she is as far as she can be away from Denmark before she starts turning back. Neither of us rides a unicycle.

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The Pillars, Mount Martha

Sometimes the shape of the earth is perfect, just perfect for diving off.

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The Pillars, Mount Martha

Sometimes the ocean is an invitation.

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The Unconventional Route, The Pillars, Mount Martha

& sometimes you take the, let’s be honest, dumbest way to get to where you want to be, but it’s alright. Two trees that stand a little further apart from each other than usual can be construed as a pathway and technically you can crash through the bush and call it walking. Your accidental blunder contributes to the poetry of the moment. Seize it.

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Plump Organic Grocery, Ballarat Street, Yarraville
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De-Frosty, South Melbourne Market
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Freshly Ground, Swanston Street

 

 

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Hikari

My dearly beloved, bullet train

I was arrested in car number twelve

From Osaka to Tokyo

You had me at train now departing

I’ve committed to memory

Your clean blue and white lines

They remind me of calmness

And I sat transfixed

As Japan rushed me by

As if handmade, hand sculpted, hand nurtured

By an artist with the most loving caresses

Your countryside embellished

With farms of both rice paddies

And the photovoltaic variety

Greenhouses stitching them together

Your cities vibrant and technicolour

Advertisements of character

Tied in ribbons of rivers lined with sakura

And your mountains stood misty

Hooded and strong in a mask of green

Trees to protect what I know must be true

The earth is beloved, and held room in its heart for bullet trains and dreaminess

My own pulsed and resounded

To the rhythm of your topography

Keeping time with your wind speeds

There was no justice in photography

So I drank instead with my eyes

That I used as I wept to the sunset