Friday, October 8, 2010

The Cow

The friendly cow all red and white,
I love with all my heart:
She gives me cream with all her might,
To eat with apple-tart.

She wanders lowing here and there,
And yet she cannot stray,
All in the pleasant open air,
The pleasant light of day;

And blown by all the winds that pass
And wet with all the showers,
She walks among the meadow grass
And eats the meadow flowers.

'The Cow'
Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894)- from A Child's Garden of Verses

There's something very special about winter trees and dry grass paddocks, and the beautiful earthy colours of the Australian landscape. It isn't difficult to drift back in time and imagine what it would have been like, when the drovers of old ruled these lands. I just love the ancient feelings that emanate from these wonderful old trees. Oh, the stories they could tell...

A few images I have been tinkering with lately. I shot these roadside on a day trip up to beautiful Kyneton back in the winter, and I've finally gotten around to posting them. Much larger version can be viewed on my website.

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