I spent a few days in the Wimmera in country Victoria a
couple of weeks ago.
I felt the city lift from shoulders as I drive north from
Melbourne. The landscape flattens and
the horizons grow larger and lower. The
grain silos stand high in the sky and the roads are long and straight. My formative years were spent with horizons
and vistas such as this and I feel renewed whenever I am in flat open country.
There are a lot of period houses in Birchip . (the town I stayed at) . The gum trees in the street still had flowers on them and I
couldn’t resist taking photos of them.
The camera in my mobile phone makes this so very easy to do. (I am a late comer to grasping this aspect of
phone technology and still cling to my camera – albeit a digital one)
I was delighted to get the opportunity to get up close and
personal to the gum blossoms as I am still playing with ideas which have come
to mind after reading the poem “Pruning Flowering Gums’ by Lesbia Hartford.
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