The Warmth of the Sun
On sunlight, community and memory.
A Saturday morning in the deep days of a Melbourne winter. Bright and sunny, the air crisp, cold except for the warmth of the sun, if you choose to bathe in its rays. A city planted by Europeans, the foliage from the trees adorning the streetscape that once cast their shadows are now bare, branches of antiquity, waiting to be discovered or left alone.
On…
