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Caption: Exploring the Night Into Dark
Caption: lately, as the stars rise up out of the mountains and the mosquitoes start their harrassment, I have been creeping through the dew soaked grass to capture the silent night life of plants and animals in the darkness.
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Caption: A sad old man pumpkin flower drops his head under the mantle of night.
Caption: I follow the trailing pumpkin vine into a minature world of tiny frogs, grass seeds and alien flowers that more resemble an O'keefe painting than a vessel of pollen and petals.
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Caption: The Dwarf green tree frogs, Litoria Fallax, call to each other amongst the grass seeds. Commonly known as Lost frogs or Banana Box frogs, they have a tendancy to take roadtrips in fruit boxes from NSW to Victoria, causing concern for fruit shop owners as they find their little verdant bodies amongst the fruits and vegetables in metropolitan Melbourne.
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Caption: The late summer season sees the flowering of sub tropical Bromeliads. They send their spiky pineapple flower heads straight up and in the darkness, with only a headtorch for lighting, become alien and strange.
Subverted by the night from flowers to creatures.
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Caption: The world rests in the night. Trees, mountains, fields, and faces are released from the prison of shape and the burden of exposure. Each thing creeps back into its own nature within the shelter of the dark. Darkness is the ancient womb. Nighttime is womb- time. Our souls come out to play. The darkness absolves everything; the struggle for identity and impression falls away. We rest in the night. John O'Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom