” I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same way I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just strange as you”
Yes, I’m here.
I’ve been using the last few weeks of living in my new neighbourhood as a chance to wander and explore.
I love the freedom a new place affords me. The new view each morning. The landmarks that identify my street on my morning walk to the train station, the places that are starting to become familiar to me. New sounds. New faces. There are plenty of small lane ways and little nooks, where urban decay peeks its head out among the newer buildings and roads.
Salvador Dali peeks at me in several different colours from the alleyway around the corner.
I love texture. Old spray paint flaking off the walls provides the perfect contrast between old and new.
This lurking area was at the back of an alley-way. As I took the photo, I definitely heeded the sign and ‘lurked’.
Candy-coloured street art- a gorgeous piece by sydney-based artist & designer Nico
I love doors. The curiosity in me wants to know, what is behind this door? What would I find if I were to open it and take a look inside?
If I stretch my imagination, this looks to me to be a wild cat – with a blue face, orange eyes, and a strange light purple nose. I try and seek beauty, even in the most unlikely places.
“She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city”
– Roman Payne, The Wanderess