Out here in the woods there’s a palpable stillness that’s missing from the ‘real’ world. The wind blows blissfully through the tall stoical trees, birds chirp and sing all around me. Beneath my feet lies a mess of debris, fallen from the trees and accumulated for years upon years. These forests look more like something you would find in the Canadian wilderness than nearby to a coastal Australian town, yet here it stands regardless. This place feels like a sanctuary, unaffected by the COVID-afflicted world outside. As I walk across the old railway sleepers snaking their way through the landscape I remember what life was like the last time I was here several years ago now and I can’t help but feel a sense of loss.
Translating Observation | Observation 14 | Noah Hodgson
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