A series of three photos inspired by a poem I wrote whilst travelling on this tram line:
"Evocations Down Tracks (Seventy Stops to Think Back)".

My tram trip is haunted by memories now.
Northcote is spoiled for me.
But I won't close my eyes.
I'll watch each storefront go by,
staring steadfast with strength
at all the places which remind me of you.

I'll stare 'til it doesn't hurt to see them anymore;
'til feeling fades from history 
and the streets lose their connection.
'Til your loveliness to me 
shadowed by your volatility
feels like less of an infliction.

But oh, let me glide through it simply,
more smoothly on tracks than road.
Because I still get chills on the bus through Kew 
from the more awful man who preceded you.

Barely A Passenger

Vacant Window Seat Opposite 

Imbalanced Support