Peeking between the leaves of a grasstree

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 …

… And every time I wander through the same patch of scrub,
I glimpse a different view.

Another stroll through the scrub

— Summer in the scrub (1) —

This time of year seems mute: colourless.
Even the flowers on the grasstree spikes die off.

But look a little closer:



I should have pointed this out before, but if you hover your cursor over the photos above (and over the photos in many of my posts), you’ll see their captions.