For this task I paused during my Derive through brisbane to plant myself on this corner and wait for something fantastic to happen



i had my wintermelon tea in one hand and camera in the other. now all i had to do was wait and watch.



Nothing happened. not yet. the lights cycled and people crossed the street, cars flowed and nothing unusual was happening.



I looked harder, a mobile phone tower perched above the building on the opposite corner bathed me in its invisible radio waves but I wasnt tuned into the Alien cloaking network, i heard nothing.



then, i noticed something. The woman in the red dress. is this real?



Then i thought i saw the wicked witch of the west in her crooked black heels and stripy stockings.



The cyclists paid me no heed as i snapped their faces. their lithe fit bodies mocking my stomach pudge.
i heard the cries of a distant protest. something about teachers aides.



The cyclists seemed to be fleeing the protest. perhaps he was responsible for the terrible wages these educators endured.



a woosh and a slight chirp of tyres as this car stops over the line, a guilty man behind the wheel recognises that if he had run the red light he would have faced off against a firetruck, and lost.



a cheeky cyclist however perches atop his two wheeled transport, waving his buttocks at the sheepish light jumper.



A one legged man rounds the corner and continues on his way past the sandwich joint. perhaps he lost it in a fire.



Zoom goes the nearly silent Prius taxi, its electric motors gliding it around the corner. the bright orange blazing in the cruel brisbane sun.



In a rush a woman runs across the road against the lights, jaywalkers. I got fined for jaywalking once. $40. noone catches this woman however.



The noise of the protest has faded away and this damaged Toyota rounds the corner. its blacked out windows do not show the careless owner.



A large fat man catches my eye as he ambles across the road. His rotund belly shocks me, i could become him if i didnt do some sit ups.
The hipster girls ignore his bulk and talk about things i am too uncool to understand.



Lisa crosses the road, dressed up for work, what a surprise.
"what are you doing here?" she asks
"waiting for something fantastic to happen", i reply.
"you are odd. hey, want to get some lunch? i'm hungry."
"Fantastic."

I smiled.