I nearly walked right past this old streetlamp on a recent trip up to Leura in the Blue Mountains. The lid was gone and its old lightbulb was sitting (disconnected but still intact) atop a literal nest of twigs and greens.
“Just at present you only see the tree by the light of the lamp. I wonder when you would ever see the lamp by the light of the tree.”
― Chesterton, G. K.
The whole thing was about to disappear into the bushes. Any second now.
It might be gone a very long time.


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