It's autumn and the final fruits of summer are just barely hanging on. This lone red pepper in its windowbox struck me as I wandered the quiet lanes of Melbourne.There's a line of thinking that says every image is a self portrait, and this may be true. Yesterday was a bit of a lonely, weary day on the road. We moved from our cheerful college setting, didn't land easily in the next spot, and my eye began twitching, which is always a sign of suppressed distress.
Still, melancholy creates a quietness, a tenderness, and I will post a few more images that seem to reflect that rich and moody place.
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