The flowers develop different colour over time. All beautiful shades.

All on the same tree.

Firstly, a burst of colour.

Jut as pretty.

And a strange stage of it’s life.

Growing wild in the paddock. Such delicate colours.

The guines fowl roosting somewhere safe.

Winter is here. At the beginning of winter the creeks and lagoon levels are lowered. This creek is one of the boundaries to my farm. There is only a trickle flowing back into the lagoon. The birds seem to enjoy the fish that are caught in the little pools.

Looking more closely, somethimg made this track up the creek. Maybe a turtle.

There’s something in here causing this ripple. I didn’t stay long enough to find out. My light was fading.

It was starting to get dark and the tree stumps were taking on some eerie shapes.