I went for a walk in the late afternoon of New Year's eve with my brother, Mook, through the streets of Mullumbimby. As we passed this old wooden double door garage (pictured below) we were both spontaneously and instantly captivated by it's grace and beauty. We each took a couple of shots. The photos don't do it justice.
Anyway, we moved on, kept walking and talking. Had a meal at the local Thai at the Bowlo, then went and sat outside the Civic Centre opposite the RSL club for a few hours. A few people sauntered by on their way somewhere, but generally it was quiet and empty. We enjoyed just hanging out, no hype or expectations, no drinking or revelry, no noise or fireworks; just hanging on the side of the road in a nearly deserted small town. At 11:50, we hugged and said farewell. Till next year. Love you, brother.
A few days later, on my way to Woolies, I walked past the same spot and the garage was completely demolished, absent. I took a picture again and used it in my artwork above.
It's about moving on, new beginnings, things growing out of the legacy of that which has gone in reality but remains in spirit. We all go eventually, but the world ruthlessly and wildly replaces us with a new, vibrant lifeforce. And so it goes, on and on.
Appreciate the old double doors while they still exist and equally embrace the sprouting fresh wonders as they appear. That's my job for the year. And yours, too. If you want it. Doesn't pay much but it's worth a lot.
Anyway, we moved on, kept walking and talking. Had a meal at the local Thai at the Bowlo, then went and sat outside the Civic Centre opposite the RSL club for a few hours. A few people sauntered by on their way somewhere, but generally it was quiet and empty. We enjoyed just hanging out, no hype or expectations, no drinking or revelry, no noise or fireworks; just hanging on the side of the road in a nearly deserted small town. At 11:50, we hugged and said farewell. Till next year. Love you, brother.
A few days later, on my way to Woolies, I walked past the same spot and the garage was completely demolished, absent. I took a picture again and used it in my artwork above.
It's about moving on, new beginnings, things growing out of the legacy of that which has gone in reality but remains in spirit. We all go eventually, but the world ruthlessly and wildly replaces us with a new, vibrant lifeforce. And so it goes, on and on.
Appreciate the old double doors while they still exist and equally embrace the sprouting fresh wonders as they appear. That's my job for the year. And yours, too. If you want it. Doesn't pay much but it's worth a lot.
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