All was quiet when I visited the Nhill Station, and I quietly stalked around, taking photos of this deserted space and marvelling at the quirky signage in the waiting room. Please click image to view full size.
I stopped to take a photo of the crookedy tree in the background, and loved the movement and sense of stalking that the weed in the foreground gives the image. When I look at this, I feel like it was taken on the plains in Africa. Do you agree?
Let me just say, at the outset, that I don’t often post photos on this blog that were taken on my phone; sometimes, however, you just have to use whatever you have to hand, and on this day I had left my camera in the car in favour of carrying a water bottle. Flawed logic, I know.
Taken with little thought with my phone camera, I am strangely very fond of this image – there’s something appealing to me about the jaunty angle of the vehicle: the crispness off the edge of its shadow, and the scattering of leaves in the dark area on the ground.