Vanessa Proctor
night hike the Cubs flash their torches on and off in a moment of quiet the glow of the moon its cantilevered halves still to be connected the harbour bridge about to change the city forever the sky vibrating with…
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Fitzroy Falls
by VANESSA PROCTOR over the escarpment, inevitable, like joy or grief, rivulets of white spray cooling the January air. Gravity grips us with strange ideas, pulls us all down, one way or another, a rock, a tree, a man. Only…
A Walk in the Fog and Snow, Kinglake, after a photograph by Lloyd Godman
by VANESSA PROCTOR A scattering of snow attempts to white out memory. Even the fog is half-hearted this morning. Charred tree trunks and branches create sculptures of loneliness and silence falls heavy on the land. Yet shoots, brilliantly new, are…