The Wall
Sydney Opera House squats on Djubuguli, once a tidal island, and faces this sandstone cliff:
My camera stitches connections, less intimate than harvesting moss
and its green simplicity, leaves one-cell thick on simple stems, handy
for bedding, dressing wounds, starting fires, or than vertical gardening,
or botanical exploration with loupes and textbook, but offering insight.
From ‘our primitive lives’.
