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.
Wayfaring 