What a place. Demolition, detritus and ruins like the remnants of archaeological digs.
But sometimes in all this shit, mess and grind – you find beauty. The eye consoles the soul.
Paper on a demolition site.
Worcester Street, old sign and leaves.
Broken glass by Centennial Leisure Centre.
Plastic in tree, Colombo Street.
The day Durham Street North reopened, in the cold and rain the camera loses focus.
A wall on Colombo Street.
All is vanities, Peterborough Street.
It’s you.
What is, is.
