The wind is howling outside. All afternoon, from the back of our house, we watched the century-old palm trees that lined Canning Street bend and weave. Icy air is piercing through the cracks in our own old window panes and, after a week of short sleeves and cold drinks, the heater is back on and turned up high. I wish the wind would create this beautiful ink music on our walls.
irregular flow from ozan tekin on Vimeo.
Have a beautiful weekend.