The light is different here. In the fields and forests around me in Ireland I am mostly under muted grey skies, downright dark grey skies and bleached out light grey skies. (I won’t even start about the rain!)
Here in Australia while the sun is clear and strong, it is gone by 5.30, so from early afternoon shadows grow long and people move in and out of darkness. Everything flickers. The huge trees filter the changing light, and then suddenly it’s dark.
I know there are so many iconic sights I could share today but instead I find myself looking at the light, seeking the light, forever mooching around in the small shadowy stuff. It’s where I breathe…..
Written in Sydney last week.