The light creates suggestions of people …

Category: Melbourne
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Shadow people reaching out to each other.

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I came across Angelina in the city, sitting on an upturned milk crate, a typewriter in front her and a sign saying “I’ll write you a poem while you wait”.
Now that’s an offer I couldn’t refuse!
Angelina asked me for a word and as I’m doing a Faces of Melbourne project on Instagram, that became my ‘word’. So here is Angelina’s poem:
Faces of Melbourne
A sea of people in the corners
of a chessboard city,
passing lives,
drifting stories,
and suddenly – Poetry.
A gift of the briefest meeting
A moment of contact, sweeter
for its fleeting nature.
It is our faces, here
in the place where worlds collide
down the length of the patient Yarra
the ancient dirt beneath
our concrete kingdom,
and we.

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Running to the chapel ’cause they’re going to get married …
Or are they?

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He was working as a waiter in a cocktail bar …

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A week to treasure with my six year-old granddaughter who lives in Tasmania. It was a week of firsts for her: riding up the top of a double-decker bus, hanging upside down on the Pharaoh’s Curse ride at Luna Park, seeing penguins and unicornfish and a crocodile and so much more at the aquarium, travelling up 88 floors to the viewing deck of the Eureka Tower, travelling on the Spirit of Tasmania, touching on and off her Myki like she’d been doing it all her life, going to the movies, meeting Peppa Pig, going to the 1903 Circus at the Regent Theatre … all that and much much more.
And despite all those firsts – which she thoroughly enjoyed – she seemed to get almost as much pleasure going up and down the escalator whenever we came across one.
She also found pleasure in taking photos. We’d find her in shops, taking photos of ‘pretty dresses’, getting the angle right on the ‘rainbow wall’ near Melbourne Central, and placing her feet so that the reflection of them lined up with the pedestrian crossing three floors below. Here she is at the Eureka Tower …

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A bit of urban architecture and a brooding sky – always a good combination.

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We don’t have one at our place, so I find myself seeking them out in other places.

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We wander through the picnic area. We stop dead, then notice it has legs. Phew.

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A picnic. We sit on a rug and graze.
A cow grazes nearby.
