
What’s the point of life
if you’re lighting others’ paths
yet not lighthearted?

What’s the point of life
if you’re lighting others’ paths
yet not lighthearted?

The leaning tower
of South Australian suburbs:
ancient eucalypt.

Weekend getaway;
driving into the sunset,
missing the exit.

Crisp autumn morning:
city under construction—
all cranes hail the sun.