Sundays are great for drives in the country, even when one lives in the country! This morning a thick fog had cloaked the landscape, and stayed until after midday, so we meandered along gravel tracks, stopping many times for photos.
Panasonic Lumix DMC GX7 with 14-140mm lens. Edited with Snapseed app.
One of the most tedious things lately about having to journey to our capital has been all the slowing down for roadworks. Or is it? Actually, it turns out that I don’t mind, as long as I’m not driving – all that scurrying and bustling of heavy machinery is quite interesting to watch. The above photo is my favourite of the day; it puts me in mind of those Richard Scarry picture books I grew up with, such as Busy, Busy World, with people (or anthropomorphised animals) being, well, very busy.
Another great discovery was the main street of Ararat, which is lined with lovely old buildings (such as the old Institute, below) and the unexpected sight of grape-laden vines. Further along at an out-of-town petrol station I snapped the oversized dual-cab ute (my North American viewers will know this as a “truck”, and will think nothing of its size – but Down Under where we commonly drive “regular-sized” 4WD utes we don’t see such beasts all that often).
Judging from the number of photos featuring poles for services and wind farm towers, I quite like such verticals in my landscape.
Turning my head to catch a view of the light mirrored off the water flowing under the bridge at Wando Vale Ponds, I committed this image to memory and promised myself that I’d return to take a photo when time allowed.
As luck would have it, an opportunity to do so arose within the week, and I was able to spend a few moments composing. As I am now realising that living, breathing things caught in the frame offer an improved dynamic, I shot off a few frames in the hope that I’d catch the swallows as they wove invisible nets across the water. They are a little difficult to see without clicking to view the image at full size, so I hope you will do that.
“It’s surely summer, for there’s a swallow: Come one swallow, his mate will follow, The bird race quicken and wheel and thicken.” – Christina G. Rossetti