I took these photos one week ago. A chilly wind was hurling the clouds across the evening sky. They created a constantly changing scene against the black outlines of the skinny gum trees.
How I love these messy, twiggy trees. After our two weeks of Paris, where every tree is groomed to within an inch of it’s life, I was so happy to see these asymmetrical and wild-looking trees again, leaning drunkenly, untidily in all directions.