Beechworth Streets #59: insect eyes

don't look at me that way don't tell me what to say you are not the boss of me I am not beneath your sway tell my mother if you must tell my father if you dare do it do see if I care do what you want and what you may but just don't … Continue reading Beechworth Streets #59: insect eyes

Beechworth Streets #40: depth of colour

how deep is a colour do you think? how deep? I wonder this granite seems to be alive to me maybe it’s the slippy sliding of water maybe the vibrancy of moss perhaps it’s the air of cold rising in a kind of don’t touch me I think this granite is alive so deep is … Continue reading Beechworth Streets #40: depth of colour