Late afternoon walk

A few days ago late in the afternoon I went for a walk with camera in hand.  The the light was beautiful, the cloud formations gorgeous.  It was lovely to get out in the fresh air, to do some thinking and revisit the spot where I helped Dad cut up an old dead tree in August last year.

I sat on the stump and shed a few tears, remembering how Dad would love to have a roaring wood fire going, so much so that we would have to strip down to t-shirts in the middle of winter.

I said hello to this lovely Gum tree he planted some years earlier to replace others that had died.

A lone Kestrel was sitting in one of the dead branches of the tree below.

The dam water was tranquil with just a few little ripples made from insects.

I found beauty in simple things like old fencing posts and rocks from the farm.



This silhouette of of wild oats on a darkening sky caught my eye.

These old Palms were planted by my Grandparents way back in the mid to late 1920's when they started farming the property where my Dad grew up.  The same farm he worked and lived on all his life.

We do get some lovely sunsets in country Western Australia, this one is no exception although my camera doesn't quite do justice to the intensity of the colours.

In the last few days we have had a little rain and my nephew is out in the paddock planting oats this afternoon.  It's nice to hear the rumble of the tractor as he works in the back paddock behind the house.  It reminds me of when I was growing up, I use to love hearing the tractors working away at night and you could see the tractor lights dotted out on the surrounding farms.

I hope all is well in your world.

Anne xx