I know I’ve posted more than a few nature photos recently, but I’ve been lucky enough to get plenty of me-on-tree time (in a non–dendrophiliac way – geez, nobody understands platonic friendship anymore…) over the last few months.
This time, instead of the cool and damp mountains of Tasmania, I’ve been up to dryer central Victoria.
There, amongst the orange dirt, grey boulders and slender muted gums, you can find the most amazing microscapes of moss, lichen and tiny plants
John and I were visiting his parents who, like my parents a whole state and strait away, have a large bush block also with (weirdly enough) a rusting car out over the ridge…
Nice spider web huh? Well, there are more of the webs everywhere, complete with big fat spiders.
There were other minibeasts too; ones without huge hairy legs and who refrained from jumping at my face when I got too close with the camera.
Back in the grey city, sometimes I think about moving to place where trees come in forests, not as lone straggly reminders that out there, somewhere, are places where you can’t hear your neighbours playing chopsticks on an electric piano.
But then where would I get a good coffee? Tree-hugger out.