After cuddles, I set off, looking forward to my walk after a week of no walking.
Rain was forecast, and there were clouds, but also sunshine and bright blue sky.
Then I heard the mournful calls of black cockatoos: these birds are heading for extinction. They are flocking to Perth because of the fires and logging that has ruined their food supply. When we first moved here, the flocks were huge. Not any more. They are beautiful birds. There was a story that when they were flying and calling, it meant rain. I managed to photograph them, and where they flew, the clouds were grey.
I wish I could have taken closer shots, but these I took without my glasses, quickly and aiming towards the sound.
When I got to the entrance to the park, the ground was covered with the remains of pine cones. The cockatoos love them:
Then I got caught by the shifting light and shadow amongst the green and shadows
The water in the ponds is still decreasing, but the birds don’t seem to mind
and then, of course, all the trees. plane tree branches with their yellowing leaves against evergreens and a glorious plane tree in its gold and green:
I tried to capture the light on this Morten Bay Fig:
Looking up the trunk of a plane tree to the sky, and just the trunk:
Then I was caught by the contrast of the brilliant green of Jacaranda trees against the sky & the dark of closer trees, & the contrast between a palm and a Morten Bay Fig:
There is still some cloud blossom:
Trees behind one of the islands & the colour of those plane tree leaves!
Then – it rained!
The brilliant green of Jacaranda through dark branches was slightly blurred by rain.
Then there was serenity:
Before it rained again & I was unable to resist taking my camera out & it got ruined, I thought I should go home.
I passed this Morten Bay Fig, rain-stained:
Then I passed one of the Norfolk Pines:
A pine cone:
And from the William Street edge of the park:
Some of the trees are so beautifully green:
And there is a small tree that has brilliant red flowers – I didn’t expect to see any flowers at this time of year:
And in the sky –
and on the way home – two flowers.
When I got home, my fat little cat was inside. She doesn’t like the rain 🙂