on meditation/
against the Gold Coast’s pale canvas it became obvious; where were the surfers? in this crowdless quiet landscape I tried to find myself. I hear the winds of St. Kilda echoeing against a metal fence and the ocean waves but a whisper compared to my thougths; the where will I be’s pushing away the what will I do’s. life’s questions fading along the horizon awaiting an answer from my older and wiser self.
analog photography, australia 2019©
