Frames I kept.

Plane tree, midwinter blue, sandstone behind.

Coastal walk, surf rolling in past the headland.

Icebergs pool, the ocean doing the rest.

Mountain swallowed by cloud, after the rain.

Last light at the marina, drinks on the bench.

Curtain fig — older than the trail.

Falls cutting the gorge in three stages.

Faders, purple wash, somewhere past midnight.

Spire, late shadow, sandstone the colour of dust.

Roof of light beams, one guitar holding the room.

Beyla, on loan from next door.

Lagoon at midday, palms doing the work.

Wing over the Whitsundays, an hour into the flight.

Heart of the reef, from a window seat.

Shinoda, hand up, the room held in blue.

The cloud breaking just before sunset.