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




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





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