We live in a city of colour, vibrancy, where even a mundane laneway is transformed by colour, yet kept earthbound by an eponymous shopping trolley in the foreground.
There is no stink of piss, no needle fodder, no rubbish, no graffiti. Just a clean laneway and a Tuesday afternoon, well-kept and quiet.
It goes against the grain of inner-city laneway code of Melbourne.
Bourke Street. Tuesday,7.30 p.m. Twilight colours. Emerging lights. A sneaky Maccas. A last laneway meal before winter drives us indoors. Leaves cling to the branches. The ding of an approaching tram. Delivery bikes scarper across the road like cockroaches.
The car is parked easily. The mail is collected. A quick trip.
I live in a city. I have a post office box. This is the price of identity security.
I need to take a 'break' from the blog.
Why? I want to spend some time writing fiction and this will be my compromise. Not blogging.
Okay, maybe not so much not blogging, but not writing on the blog so much. I'll still do the Sunday Questions and film and theatre reviews, and the odd bit of commentary, but for the next month or so I'll post a song of the day and a photo, just to keep the streak, and that will be that.
I might put a word count for the novel down the bottom, for accountabilities sake.
I mean, I've posted daily since the first of January 2020. It's a big ask. I want to keep the streak going.
So, I'm just changing mediums for a bit so I can get some more of this novel written.
Sound like a plan?
And this will be better than bleating on about how much I hate people who don't know how to do hook turns. I nearly got cleaned up going down Collins Street tonight. And I've only just had the car fixed.
Anyway, here's today's shot:
