Petals for a cold summer
A brief lunchtime trip into the CBD. When I was overseas, I had the urge to photograph everything, and it's wonderous and nice to feel the same way about the city in which I live. You want to remember everything, how it looks, how it smells, how it sounds, how it feels, and in the end you take no pictures because it is not possible to capture everything and breathe it all at the same time. Whilst in Montreal though, the firmware of my camera was continually confused by the cold - I gave up in the end.
The familiar whirr of the tram, the particular clicking noise the indicators make when we pause at stops. The trees - whose names I don't know - sway their branches in time to the wind in a collective dance - a storm is approaching.
I think of the friendly immigration officer who was diverting people to different queues at the airport when I arrived in Melbourne. I can't seem to remember exactly what he said, but I had wondered if he read anything in my expression as he pointed me to the shortest queue. His was the first truly Australian accent I'd heard in two weeks - it was surprising, warm and pleasant, though it took a little while for his words to make sense.
Posted by sniffles at February 20, 2002 07:33 PM