This old shed sits just off the road and has seen many seasons come and go.
As the sun peers over the tree-lined hills, it casts a warm light on the mist-covered paddocks.
The setting sun illuminates a swarm of flying ants that have been stirred out of their nest by a summer storm.
I wonder how many rainbows and thunderstorms this tree has seen?
Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.
Whilst on a road trip through the Great Southern region of Western Australia, I just had to pull over to admire the golden glow of a summer afternoon.