Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.
There is a barren beauty in a desert landscape; almost other-worldly.
The view from Mount Dale, looking westward towards the coast, on a cold August afternoon.
Standing for millennia, these pinnacles bear witness to the long running narrative of history.
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.
I have passed by this old yards many times over the years and always thought it would make for a great image if the light and sky were just right.