A collection of beetles at the Melbourne Museum. I've just been thinking a bit about collections lately and how the impact of many similar things is so different to just the one. When you see just one thing that you think is beautiful, it is sort of exquisite and striking, but when you see many things together somehow their exquisiteness is lessened but their fascination increases.
I'm reading Cormac McCarthy's "The Road" at the moment, so that's my excuse for being in a very introspective mood. It's a very haunting book.