Summer’s End

A photo essay from south east Australia

With the sky like a scrap of hand dyed indigo cloth, autumn creeps into my days.

It’s been a strange summer – disconcerting. Directions haven’t been clear.

I spent some time chasing waterfalls

and for a while there things looked pretty dodgy

The fishermen at the end of the pier seemed equally perplexed

while things didn’t appear any clearer underneath it all.

In places water and nourishment have completely dried up

yet off in the bush the bees are hard at work.

Even though the seasons are turning towards winter
there are signs of new growth.