town might be a little bit of misnomer, let's say suburb, but not in the way and American would say suburb, we are very close to the central business district of Melbourne, Australia, we would say inner-city, but again not in the way an American would.
anyway - maybe I should just show you some pictures....
One of my favourite pubs, the arsehole who tagged this 40-50 old sign is just that, an arsehole.
Classic 1980's brown brick townhouse maybe. This is just as North Melbourne was starting to gentrify, there is something I like about this house, the reflections in the black glass might be it, the shutters over the bottom windows definitely aren't
I like moments like this, where someone has decided to place tiny plants in the breezeway blocks, life in the dirty, often forgotten streets.
And the common everyday, the row of post boxes in this development, and a discarded bird cage, maybe there is a story there, a freed bird, maybe it's romantic, maybe it isn't.
and then beauty, the white plane trees, the strange in between space, not public, not private.