Amid-Archive #4 Dec. 2015

Amid-Archive #4 Dec. 2015

Whilst I walk upon the bushlands, twigs and dried leaves crackle beneath my feet, revealing the complex aroma of eucalyptus which prickles my nose amid this Australian morning.

Natures placid sounds caress my ear drums, for it is Mother Natures chorus admitting the stillness heard in each native animals unique tune.

I continue my stroll amid this Australian morning an enlightened old gum tree catches my eye. Etched spots of silver and khaki canvas throughout her trunk. A physical memory of all she the gum has seen.

Kookaburras laugh in synchronised glee, whilst they look across the horizon of everlasting bushlands. Amid this Australian morning.