The masters of bygone devotions have nothing on the suburban spectacular of the Jacaranda Cathedral.
As the summer begins, straightened streets bend to the beauty of the stray jacaranda, a crowning glory bedecking the roadside.
A towering majesty, fashioning fleeting reverence, lifting prayer petals to the heavens.
A cloak of papal purple thrown down, restoring regal splendour to the everyday footfall.
A momentary exhalation of all that is wild in the world, and then, in the anarchic unravel of a year travelling to its end, the reclamation of presence.
2015
Stardust Becoming 