Back to the walk – I returned with 65 photos and was happy with about 55 of them! So I guess I will have enough to share for a while. Archer was delighted to run back and forwards and asked that I tell you how good he was.
The wattle is always a favourite, drifts of yellow pompoms scenting the winer air. Flowers emerge by colour in general, the whites and then the yellows, followed by the blues and reds. There is a lot of white in the bush at the moment and the yellows are beginning their season.
Beautiful contrast between the dead twigs and the green background and then the most delicate flowering creeper. The red flowers are about 5mm (1/5th") in diameter.
I promise not to send this one to the Aunts, they will think their vision is getting worse - but I loved the haziness created by the blossom blowing gently in the breeze.
A serendipitous shot: Archer barked and I glanced back to see the orange sunset reflected on the walls of the old quarry we had just walked through.