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.