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I had a lovely quiet walk around my neighbourhood recently, taking Owen’s camera with me. Walking is one of the few things I enjoy doing my own, I let my mind wander and possibilities pop up effortlessly.

I live in a pretty industrial suburb, but there are so many beautiful little nooks and crannies if you look closely.  I can see a branch heavy with blossom poking over a corrugated iron fence, or a weathered door in the middle of a back alley. Secret gardens and bluestone cobbles soften the edges around here.