Magic Time of Day
Searching the bush track, awakening the tiny denizens, lighting the tree tops. Magic time of day. An hour earlier, nothing. Now life shows itself. I entered the bushland this morning on my usual search of something new. Flowers, birds, trees, rocks, animals? But then I became aware of the morning light, revealing itself differently. Light fog and low Winter Sun combined to give me these wonderful images. I didn't go home empty handed.