It’s been a cold winter here in Warrandyte, with clear skies often as not, which has meant fog as well. As those of you reading my blog will know, I don’t much fancy Australian bush, but I’ve been forcing myself to try my hand at capturing its mood and fog is a great help.
These are a few more images I made in the State Park not more than ten minutes walk from my door. A walking tracks winds along the Yarra River as it flows its way through the village and wriggles past Pound Bend, and if you’re brave enough to risk ending up in the water you can descend the bans and get a good view. It was muddy this day, really muddy, four-wheel-drive muddy. I ended up on my arse at least twice, and wondered also whether I’d lose my boots to the sucking quagmire at the river’s edge, but I endured and really enjoyed the physical effort, the crisp (snap it like ice) air and the solitude.
The fog was lifting as I moved up river. Some of the shots show the far bank blanketed in cool mist. Some the sun burning through. At one point, I came across delicate webs by the side of the trail, glistening like brocade in the sun. All lovely.
Seems it is possible to make something of our crazy bush.
