I’m pleased with the second attempt, more ghoul, less demon.
Finding inspiration in the unusual, I could not resist this image cast on the floor, through last night’s wine decanter.
The first attempt was more imagined, something was eager to be released.
Autumn in Sydney, 2018
Despite the light pollution of cities, the moon peeping from behind the Autumn lacework clouds, enthrals.
Loud country silence is heard.
Distant sounds; insects and birds.
Transition from day to night,
Air hinting of chill.
Softly bathed in Autumn light,
The landscape is still.
This peaceful moment was captured during a recent trip to Orange and Mudgee, five hours’ drive inland from Sydney.
Pink and yellow frangipani in Autumn
Neighbourhood frangipanis have been in bloom for most of the Summer. Our potted tree has reserved its energy until mid-Autumn. I hope the weather stays warm enough for it to realise it’s full potential.
There is something satisfying about saying the word russet outloud.
A rolling of the “rrr ; feel the vibration in your chest.
Accentuating the “ss” sound followed by a long sexy “eht”.
For me this word encompasses the rich bounty of Autumn’s harvest.
A front garden in a neighbouring street serves up pink (and yellow) against lush post rain green. What a colourful Autumn we are having in Sydney!
The pink and yellow of these frangipani flowers remind me that Summer is nearing its end; Autumn’s just over a week away.
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