I didn’t walk further than the corner to catch the sunset.
The houses there have wild, secretive gardens and in one, flowering wattle spilled over the fence. It was after sunset when I took these, and I’m afraid they’re not too clear at all. My little camera doesn’t handle low light at all well, and the flash would flare everything out. Sigh.
so I played a little – though not sure the results are all that fantastic.
There are peppermint street trees on this particular corner. Not anciently thick, craggy ones like those in the heart of mtlawleyshire. These are younger, slimmer and haven’t achieved their full form yet. When they do, they will be amazing – they have incredibly divided trunks – which might mean they were chopped down at some stage and have grown from the stump, though I couldn’t see any sign of that. And they were taken against the sunset:
But beautiful against the sky:
and this is in a garden – a mix of trees, their foliage against evening:
And here is the sunset:
I actually spent most of the time I usually take photos talking to an old lady who lives on the corner where I was taking photos. She hardly spoke any English, yet she came here from Italy 44 years ago. She never went to school, never worked, but spent most of the time looking after her elderly parents. Her children? One is in Italy, the other visits every now and then. Yet she didn’t seem at all worried. I’m glad I made her laugh. She agreed that the sunset was ‘bellissimo’ 🙂