It’s the last day of autumn. Tomorrow is winter. What a difference a day makes. (Truth be told, I’m already looking forward to spring). As I write this late at night, rain is dripping steadily outside.
I woke this morning to a horizon lashed with dark clouds. Winter is dark and wet in Perth, so I trawled through my photographs for colour and flicked these photographs through my screensaver. I needed the warmth of far away moments while I wrote reports in seclusion. I recalled …
The humble ground cover roadside in Bunbury that glowed like a star.
The beauty of water lilies in a billabong in the Kimberley. I will return.
The solitude of sunrise at Esperance Bay.
I found this banksia in Esperance when I went for a walk one evening. It was getting dark so I did not take my camera. I was deep in thought trying to process an eventful day. Then I saw it, candle like, low in the scrub. I kept walking but somehow felt drawn to it. Unusual because they bloom everywhere. Compelled, I returned to it. I leaned into it with my phone.
My eyes lit up. I saw perfection.
These were ‘stop and smell the roses’ moments. I’ve learned to respond to it immediately. The joy it brings is visceral.
Those who love photography, will know what I mean!
Until next time
a dawn bird