We were traveling near Orange a storm was building, then I saw the light on this gum tree near a deserted house. I couldn't have planned it better.
I stayed to see the storm build, but the light faded with it; I could still feel the energy of that storm as it rose above the hills.
We found a place, that once was panned for gold. Maybe there is still some left, but now, it's just a quiet stream.
Canola (rape seed) at its best, cut through the middle by this track.
There is a tree, that once was alive, but now is dead; but illuminated behind it the vastness of the milky way
To see the power a beauty of winter storm is one thing, my hope was to capture it in this image.
The summer sun
I wonder if he likes what he can see
I just love his face; as if he was working out what I was doing. Maybe he was a little annoyed that I didn't ask permission first.
