Had a terrible urge to walk the streets of Melbourne today. The winter light was shining all over, causing the craving. I’m usually in a car driving myself but had the luxury of being the guest in someone else’s car. This city is amazingly beautiful and its beauty is so characteristic to each suburb, each street. The city is shining with a diverse culture, so harmoniously blended. “I love you Melbourne” isn’t something ordinary to say, especially for me. I’ve built a life for myself here from scratch. Although the homesickness kick in pretty often these days, it’s almost a separate entity to being in love with this city. They go hand in hand, strangely. There’s a certain magic when sun shines on a cold day. It tells more, reflects more, reveals more. Today, the afternoon light played its magic on our streets and I watched it behind a car window, almost nostalgically.
You are a man after my own heart. I stood in the middle of the tram tracks PJ bottom on, at 4.30am the other morning. Captured amber lights, dark of night, slippery shimmering wet from rain. I love Melbourne I love people I love the land I love every drop landscape drinking in. You also took shots I believe at my friend Mark Lawrence’s Melb memorial service?
Blessed Be Cathryn
Next time you have that urge, ask your driver friend to pull over for a moment and ask of them share in your moment of reflection and nostalgia. I’m sure they wouldn’t have minded, probably thinking the exact same thoughts and wishing for an excuse to stop as well and take in the beauty of that same raw, sharp edged, wintry light.