Flowers in and around MtLawleyShire

Just out and about:

Roses, glowing in a smokey sunset

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White hibiscus, shadow-sharp


opulent orange hibiscus – I love the deepening of colour inside the flower:

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Pink bottlebrush and the always lovely frangipani:

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A pretty azalea and a little purple flower – these are in West Perth:

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Grevillea, glowing in a smokey sunset:

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A Grevillea flower in the act of unfurling:


and no, not flowers, but trees. The first is my favourite on the side of the freeway, the other one of my favourites outside work in West Perth:

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Yes, I love photographing flowers.  I hope you enjoyed looking at them 🙂

A sky of mourning over MtLawleyShire

A sunset mired in the haze of bushfires several hundred kilometres from the city.  The light was strange, and later, constrained to merely the sun itself.

The smoke haze blew in from the south and stretches up to Geraldton, hundreds of kilometres of the north of the city.  Suburbs, houses and streets were filled with it, and the smell of smoke is disturbing, regardless of knowing the fire itself is some distance away.

As the sun began to sink towards the horizon, the light changed and made a lovely glow on the tortured branches of this solitary gorse:


The colours were wrong for so early in the day:

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Sunset shades well before sunset and the sun a glowing orb:

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It was really difficult to adjust the camera’s light levels, but I got some nice effects:

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Then the sun began to sink into the thicker layers of haze and took on a reddish aura:

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From a distance, the layers of haze were visible:



It sank further and became crimson:


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the crimson deepening as it sank into an ashy ending of day

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till finally, there was merely a sliver of crimson, a barely visible wound in the smokey gloom.  No reflections, no glory


just emptiness and the remains of great forest trees hundreds of years old, rendering all the endangered animals and birds homeless, without food, without hope.


Even the waning moon was bloodied by the death of forests:

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though later, she rose above it and shone clear through the clear ceiling of sky, leaving the polluted atmosphere of summer behind.


It will be the same this evening.