Thursday, November 13, 2008
When the Body Won't Respond
I'd been walking for six hours by the time I got to the National Gallery of Victoria the other day and the thought of unloading my bag into the security cubicles and wandering through the exhibitions was all too much for me. So I took this leafy shot of the entrance and walked to the nearest tram, which took me to the nearest railway station, which took me home to a cool drink and a solid footrest! Perhaps another day I said to myself.