For me,
the beauty of the South Australian bush lies in its understated nature.
It’s not verdant or lush. The trees aren’t tall or spectacular.
It’s all about subtlety —
lines and angles, sun and shadow,
sand and drought and survival …
Peeking between the spikes of a grasstree …
… And every time I wander through the same patch of scrub,
I glimpse a different view.
Sounds like you’ve been reading Proust. 😉 You know the quote about seeing the same landscape with new eyes?
I hadn’t thought of that, actually. I haven’t quite got to Proust, though I probably should :). But I do like looking at the same thing through new eyes.