" Amidst in the pocket. Eddie Betts plots, conjures, resolves. And if one must......He aligns. For, from the acutest of angles, He offers precision, one glint at a time." Momentarily. The sun falls. A gap in a tree is filled with light. The light passes. Only just, over, a timber fence at the side of the house. Yet, just under. The lowest branch of a flowering Bottlebrush tree. A Honeyeater balances. Upside down. It feeds from the red flowers. A certain fragility has enhanced the scene. And now. From the acutest of angles. The light passes through the laundry's broken security door. It is dispersed. It is 4:27pm, October. On the wall to the right of the washing machine. The light has arrived again. To This canvas no less.