Today it feels like winter is over here. Today the sun is dripping down like gold and the air is warm and alive. There are smells on the breeze that stir the sleeping Summer-ite that's inside, like a hibernating bear just starting to feel spring in it's bones.
Today started with 9 dozen eggs at the local markets, and breakfast at the beach. Then home, and laundry, and vacuuming. And then . . . delights - Studio Time.
But the air was fresh and the breeze was warm and everyone else was in the mood for adventure. So we drove. Wildflowers,
And conversations about Kangaroos while I flounced around photographing pinks and whites and yellows. Mostly pinks. And that big, blue, gorgeous sky.
And then home, the long way round. Through oceans of billowing green as far as the eye can see, except where the canola makes it billowing gold.
And sometimes - patient family - I was on the roof of the car so I could photograph that windmill and that view properly.
And ducklings, Shell Ducklings, to be precise.
Life is ferrally busy right now, and time is wildly precious. And it's full of good, and full of bad, and full of adventure. Thank goodness for life.