Personal Scenes of Mine

A walking track through the forest, shrouded by giants, providing shade, with broken boughs, leaf litter and life, and a cool mountain stream in a glade. This stranger can only see beauty, where many see nothing at all, it may be complex of a flower, or a trivial meaningless call. But I’m not a casual observer. The big picture is far from my mind. I don’t need a grandiose view, just the reach of close-by unrefined. It’s magnificent scenery, gaudy colours with the greenery, sustaining birds and the native bee, among the trees and the shrubbery. Maidenhair, copperhead, yellow-ochre. Ornithorhynchus and xanthorrhoea. Antechinus, phasmid, orb weaver, scenery hidden out of the way. And so as my journey progresses, my mind and my eyes grow so keen for sight of one more hidden treasure, or the privilege of knowing one’s been. It’s wonderful knowing, knowledge of the forest keeps growing, whether it’s floral or an echo ping, my scenery is a wonderful thing. It’s magnificent scenery, gaudy colours with the greenery, sustaining birds and the native bee, among the trees and the shrubbery.