I thought I would just share a few more autumn pictures from around seventysevenacres today, and forgo my usual long winded narrative. Just walking around our acreage takes my breath away as I delight in the beauty of nature at my doorstep:
the view NNW across the valley from the top of the property
evening light seen through the trees in the top ‘paddock’, where regenerated bush has long taken over the land where sheep used to graze
bushfire sunset… hues deepened by smoke from a hazard reduction burn (about 30k away)… and, yes, it really was this colour!
an early moon, shivering in a cool evening sky
beyond the gate… another lovely sunset seen from the side gate above the main water tanks
a dash of colour – dark red amongst our predominantly native evergreens
home sweet home, the house pergola swathed in colourful grapevines
The title quote, by the way, can be attributed to Ansel Adams (to whose lofty heights of photographic talent I could never hope to aspire):
“When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.”
I know it’s winter, now (believe me, I know), but I took these pictures a couple of weeks ago, and most of these flowers are still flourishing, so I feel justified in posting them, but I’ve been truly busy these last few weeks, writing reports for the children at school. It takes a lot of time — gathering and analysing the the data, finding the right words.
I reached the stage where I was also feeling locked inside my head… and, while the garden and the great outdoors were calling, I just didn’t have time. I was on a deadline.
I kept seeing Matt outside — wandering past the study window with a wheelbarrow full of something, or rearranging the hoses for winter, or chopping wood.
I wanted to be outside, too. We have had beautiful autumn days here at Seventy Seven Acres. Crisp mornings, sunny days and star bright evenings. Oh, how inviting it all looked.
Eventually I had to give in. I needed some head space. I needed some fresh air. So, promising myself that a few minutes investigating the garden wouldn’t take too much time away from work, I grabbed my jacket and headed out with my camera in hand. I’m glad I did, because I found these little gems in my garden to brighten my day…
…plus I went back to writing reports feeling refreshed, and probably did a much better job as a result. Moral of the story?… there is always time to take a walk in the garden and stop to enjoy the sheer beauty and wonder of nature.