Michael Scott Hand

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    • Magnetic Island

      Posted at 7:56 am by Michael, on October 15, 2020

      There are places in this world where it is almost impossible to take a bad photograph. Magnetic Island, Queensland, Australia.

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    • Black Spot

      Posted at 7:14 am by Michael, on September 5, 2020
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    • The Seeing Thing

      Posted at 8:07 am by Michael, on September 3, 2020

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    • Golden Dome

      Posted at 10:07 am by Michael, on August 12, 2020

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      (The Clock and the…) Golden Dome

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    • Black Lagoon

      Posted at 9:47 am by Michael, on June 23, 2020

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    • Lightning

      Posted at 8:23 am by Michael, on May 5, 2020

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    • Fading Light

      Posted at 8:41 am by Michael, on March 13, 2020

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    • The Beauty Between

      Posted at 11:14 am by Michael, on February 24, 2020

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    • Power Station in the Sky

      Posted at 8:50 am by Michael, on January 23, 2020

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    • Pathetic Fallacy

      Posted at 10:08 am by Michael, on September 19, 2019

      In October of 2014, not long after my mum was diagnosed with terminal cancer, I stood outside with a Corona in my hand and watched the most violent and majestic lightning storm I have ever seen strike arcs across the city.

      At the time my partner and I were renting a house on the side of a hill: a ramshackle building that groaned and shook alarmingly when the gully winds swept down from Mount Lofty.

      It was from this precarious position, atop the weakening, untreated planks of wooden decking that I was afforded an extraordinary view of the storm in all its hideous brilliance; each bolt of lightning blasted away the darkness and cast the world in strange, electric shades.

      The lightning that night matched the unspeakable terror that I was feeling. On the precipice of loss, on the knife edge of grief I was yet to experience: the lightning gave form to my pain and writ it large across the city for everyone to see.

      I took four photographs that night.

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