Tom M. Wilson

I spent some of my childhood in the south-west of W.A., and being back here this last week has reminded me of what I like best about my old stomping-ground.

Here I stood, watching the morning’s light creep onto the Frankland River.

A demure leaf orchid.

Beyond this peppermint tree, the farming pasture rolls down to the sea. This photo could almost be a painting by Samuel Palmer of the English countryside in Kent.

I stand under this peppermint tree and the angles of the branch on the ground and the hills and the trunk of the tree to my left imparts a feeling of reclining ease in the land.

If you drive two hours north of Perth you get to the Moore River. I visited a friend of mine, Peter, who is a bee keeper and who has some land in this mostly flat and sandy country. The Menzies Banksias were wreathed with buzzing bees wherever I walked. Being allergic to bee stings, I was watching my back.

Down by the Moore River a friend’s child, Hamish, scampered through the tussled trunks of Paperbark trees.

Later, in a fit of Blake-like sermon-on-the-mount grandeur, the sun blasted its rays outwards.

Webcams are an example of a green technology. I’m not saying that using one should always replace having a tete a tete in person, but using them more might reduce the amount we fly around the place. So now I have one… and even if you don’t have one you can do a one-way video chat with me. Go to http://www.aim.com/ My username is: Thomas MurrayWilson