As the sun peers over the tree-lined hills, it casts a warm light on the mist-covered paddocks.
Scenes like this amaze me – they last only a few moments and then they are gone. The wonder of nature.
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.
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.