The curtain of ice fog is lifting.
Just after 9.15am 19/5/08
further up Yass Road.

Inside the fog bank, ghostly quiet and cold.
The sun is the moon.

The fog begins to burn off the dry land and brittle grass.
There has been so little rain that the earth is showing red.

Early frost and fog is mysterious and provocative.
Here the valleys are shrouded in dense fog
But it is perfectly clear on the hill tops.

At the end of a long day trip to the bay this Thursday
I stopped to catch the dying sun reflected across the river,
and caught these rowers heading with the tide downstream.

One of the precious early auriculas in closeup.
The farina sets off the ruby glow of the petals.
This one is labelled "Border magenta" for some strange reason.

The delicacy of quince blossom, their whirled pink buds opening to white.
The rumours of spring have glowing wings.

A dwarf iris flowering for the first time, for me anyway.
An unusual colour combination. I must find out if it has a name.
The label will be somewhere in the kitchen...hmmm

Colour has taken over the garden.
These tulips are singing red and gold for a new day.

Larches backlit

The larches grow near the lily pond.
The sun rising in the east has set the turning leaves aflame.

Reflections

A balloon over Commonwealth Park.
Sometimes it is nice to be in the right spot!
I had to run to keep the balloon reflection happening...
And it was very cold.

On the road to Tharwa

There is something magical about the hanging fog.
For me it intensifies the sense of distance and perspective.
There was a magpie singing in the valley, and galahs...
but the bridge was still closed.

Autumn at Point Hutt Crossing

Golden autumn days.
If you look really closely there are spots on the leaves!
Two days later and they had all fallen.
Taken at around 8.30am.