in the inner west

11 Mar

 

When I walk round here, I see walls and trees. It’s a place of warehouses and cottages with bars across doors and windows. Curtains are usually closed but you can hear voices as you pass each door. Trees burst from small walls or straddle along the outer perimeter of high walls as if to provide a careless lace to their grey density. Some trees’ trunks remind me of how much longer they’ve been here than we have. There are beautiful things on the ground.

 

solo treeIMG_5009

 

trunkIMG_5047

 

squashed treesIMG_4980

 

mother treeIMG_5056

white gumIMG_5043

 

tree orange wallIMG_5143

 

lacy wall&rubbishIMG_5126

 

urns and windowsIMG_5118

house and treeIMG_5010

lizardIMG_5078

leafIMG_5063

 

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