Taken 7 months apart, I just know that the whole feeling of these days was different, the slightly fuzzy shapes on the building in the late winter of August in Australia, the sun low in the sky, a warm that is in the light but not actually the temperature.
The stark white of a January afternoon, I would have been in this street seeking shade, the sun too hot, too harsh for this man,
but the result is the same the shapes, the stories of this town painting on the walls but the sun.