Bamboo trees

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Four trees

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This was on the way home from a weekend with some friends in Berri, NSW. This winter I spent quite a few weekends away. Sydney is no place to be in winter. As soon as it starts to rain, everyone goes inside and waits for summer. But then they miss out on experiencing moments like this.

Blue mountain blooming

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My friends and I went hiking at Wentworth Falls in the Blue Mountains over the weekend. We go to the same place every spring. It's amazing up there, and the walk is great. It takes only a day, all of the wildflowers are blooming, and depending on how much rain there has been there are several waterfalls around.

On the way back we pass by some small properties owned by Blue Mountains locals. We stopped and talked to an older man in his early 70's named Les who was doing some gardening. He offered us tea. He said that he was new to the area, as he had only been there with his wife for 15 years.

Faded

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The bonsai tree that sits out on my balcony.

It was given to me by my old housemate who moved to London. I fear that it was dead when I took ownership, however, I can't let it go. It still has all of its tiny leaves, and I hope that one day I will go outside and notice a tinge of green...

It was easy feeling like I did

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An afternoon spent at Centennial Park, Sydney.

I had to complete this as part of a project I was working on which involved placing object in a landscape.

Whilst I was there some kids around 6 or 7 years old were playing in the trees. They built a small fort out of sticks and branches. I asked one of them what it was called. He said it was called "The Everlasting Fort of Knowledge". What an incredible imagination young kids have. Imagine if parents fostered it in to adulthood and children didn't have to lose it? I suppose that's what happened to Bjork.