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A strip of sagging soft plastic caught in the leaves of a liquid amber tree.

A landscape painting by Jimmy Nevell of a green gully that rolls off into the distance. A copse of trees occupies the left mid-ground. A bunch of burnt matchsticks occupy the right. The clouds are bloated, like a chubby infant’s cheeks. Dots of blooming flowers brighten the scene. With ill-defined boarders, the painting appears a window into another time and place.

Traipsing Memory

A pink-skinned, pink-haired troll figurine lays prone in a grass bush. It’s unclear if the figurine is napping, drunk or dead.

An Inefficient Napping Technique

Six-year-old Alex in her hot-pink jumper and hot-pink sunnies reclines on the railing at the bow of a boat. Her smile is a rictus. Her blonde hair is wispy in the wind.

What My Sister Taught Me

A bustling city street slopes sharply down, away and out of sight. High-rise buildings wall in the street from either side. An urban gorge. A man-made flume for traffic flow.

The Umbrella Man

A fifty-five-year-old woman on a suburban footpath. She moves so swift her footsteps blur. The rear of a football grandstand fills the background. It's broken/de-lettered sign reads, ILL OVAL.

Pedestrian Overtake

In the background: the San Francisco skyline. The midground features a row of ornate, colourfully painted Victorian and/or Edwardian terraced houses known as The Painted Ladies. And, in the slightly closer midground a near-naked, captain-underpants dances in a public park to his own internal rhythm.

A seemingly limitless quantity of marine mammals (seals) lounge on a crescent stretch of sandy shore.

A narrow cycleway between the curb and a line of parallel parked cars trails off into the urban distance. On the starboard side of the bike path, a rubber dividing mound is bolted to the ground. Several fluorescent-orange hazard poles stick up vertically from the divider and act as cup holders for abandoned take-away coffee cups.

Do Your Own Research!

A refurbished/converted Kombi van sells coffee in a Californian, beachside parking lot. There are palm trees in the background. The image is bright, overexposed. Two very cool-looking guys smile at the camera. One holds up a peace sign with his right hand.

Don't Leave Me Hanging

An orgy of feet. They cluster and flex with ungainly toes. In the background, two stoked individuals look on at the entangled heap.

A slatted wooden bench sits alone in a public park. No one sits upon it. No one may sit here during during a pandemic. The day is green and sunny.

An Evening Stroll

The ghostly, semi-translucent figure of a girl stands centre-frame. She seems to melt into the background of scattered cloud in blue sky.

Action shot! A man in mid-air tilts ten degrees to the right to catch a fluro-orange frisbee. His body is stiff and straight. His arm is outstretched. The patch of grass beneath him is worn. There's a wall in the background laden with graffiti.

An Acrobatic Feat

Front on, in center-frame, sits a NSW Government-installed Return and Earn facility. The ratio of its top-edge to its side-edge matches that of the photograph itself. Australian bush fills out the background in with copper-green leaves and burnt-butter tree-trunks and ungrassed ground.

The James-Induced Ablution

The rear of a white van parked on a suburban street. It has ladders on its roof racks. Its Toyota symbol has dropped off. Suck to the rear window are several faded and peeling vinyl stickers which spell ELECTRICIAN, and provide a phone number. There is no other branding on the car.

Modern Business Names

A brick-walled, tin-roofed outhouse on a semi-rural property. The lawn is lush. Behind the outhouse there is a line of assorted trees: macadamia, willow, cherry. A picnic bench weathers beneath them.

My First Memory

Photo evidence showing why my water pitcher is always empty: a tilted jug pours a crystal stream onto a leafy indoor plant.

Refilling the Water Pitcher

A dense bramble of cacti in front of a cream-rendered wall. Oh boy, they’re spiky. Thick threading-needle spikes point in every direction possible. There’s a barred window behind the cacti in the top left corner of the frame.

The Purpose of Dreams

A middle-aged man with vertically dangling arms and a recyclable shopping bag assuredly crosses at a pedestrian crossing on a quiet street.

A clutter of apartment buildings that seem to lean and stack upon each other.

An Echoey Courtyard

In a paddock of scattered gumtrees, a bearded driller smiles at timid shetland ponies. He wears a muddy and sun-stained high-vis jacket and stands in front of a drilling truck with a durrie in his mouth.

How to Buy Pies

A photo of some sad-looking thistledown washed up on the corner of a rusted bathtub.

Where Butterflies Go

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