It’s as if thinking about being on the underside of the world will cause me to fall off There isn’t a time that I consciously became aware of my fear of heights. It seems it was always there. But maybe it’s not vertigo. Maybe it’s a fear of falling. A fear of gravity.
Tag: Weekly photo challenge
As we look back on the year past and that to come, here’s a new Look both ways. One way tranquil, idyllic and silent, the other buzzing with excitement and noise. Good to look both ways. Look both ways – a pair of photographs from the same position with opposite points of view. See also
Now is the morning after Christmas, amongst the half eaten treats, the dregs of drinks, discarded cracker gifts, unwrapped wrapping paper, the forlorn remains of a pavlova, cheese abandoned to the elements, the guests all home or sleeping still, and it’s like Christmas for the recycling people. This is my now, amongst the ghosts of
Dr D in Oz 