How wondrous to be alone in the bush. To explore and discover the shadows and lights, the textures and colours. The spikiness of the bushes, the smoothness of the tree trunks. To bid good day to friends on the track and let them go about their daily business. To watch the growth and decay. The dryness and water. The cycle of life.
A lush oasis in the centre of a eucalypt forest. Cool and green and clear. Rosellas sit amongst the trees contemplating the warmth of the suns rays against the cool breeze. Tiny flowers bloom as if to say peek-a-boo. If only for a minute. Green against green against brown against rock. An ancient place to dwell, to ponder.
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A journey across a developing country, a life of old and new. Of landscapes of mist and water. Of greens, blues, yellows and reds. Of smells and sounds, traditions and memories of war. A country blossoming, ready for progress and prosperity.
The Orchid Flower – Sam Hamill Just as I wonder whether it’s going to die, the orchid blossoms and I can’t explain why it moves my heart, why such pleasure comes from one small bud on a long spindly stem, one blood red gold flower, opening at mid-summer, tiny perfect in it’s hour.