It never really feels like springtime to me until the native wildflowers bloom en masse, which happens only briefly. I am so fortunate to have these amazing specimens growing only a scant mile from my home – some even nearer, in my own nature strip.
Clockwise from top left: Donkey orchid (Diuris pardina); Leptospermum sp.; Purple Beard-orchid (Calochilus robertsonii); One of the many varieties of bush pea; Maroonhood? (Pterostylis pedunculata); Goodenia sp.?; Coarse Twine-rush (Apodasmia brownii); lily species.
It’s quite a wondrous thing, to be living in a region which had been under the spell of drought for most of the past couple of decades, but which is much refreshed after a good year. I stopped at the edge of this lake, east of the Grampians, to photograph the black swan bobbing peacefully along.
Cruising through Ararat, my eye was bludgeoned by a brilliant red truck, and I thought to myself, Santas in red suits notwithstanding, that’s got to be the reddest thing I’ve seen all day!
So, we pulled up so I could get some shots, and while I did the owner came over from his shed for a chat. Robert has owned the International R190 for eight years, six of which were spent restoring it. He takes it along to a few shows, even attending one in Alice Springs, which must have been an amazing and, frankly, uncomfortable trip – which is an odd thing to write, I suppose, given that this was a ‘king of the road’ in its day, and would have been used for long distance haulage, but I still doubt it was comfortable! Robert’s next project is a trailer to complement this beauty.
I love meeting classic vehicles and their owners, they’re usually more than happyto have a chat about their pride’n’joy, sometimes even willingly posing for a photo. Thanks Robert!
A short walk from the central car park at Halls Gap, I had been wanting to visit Venus Baths since I first heard about that place from a friend last year; like many such wondrous places that one eventually gets around to visiting, I can’t imagine what took me so long. Recent good rains, plus more the previous night, ensured the rock pools and creek were lively with running water. The trail is clearly marked and is, despite there being some steps, easily navigated – as was evidenced by the presence of an enthusiastic mother of a toddler and babe-in-pram.
Along one rock face I was surprised to see text chiselled into it from, I presume, a century ago. Further along the trail I was delighted to find native maidenhair fern growing lushly on the side shaded from the afternoon sun. I am looking forward to visiting again at different times of the year.