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.