Wimmera, late afternoon.
I never understand folks who complain that there is “nothing” in the countryside; that it is boring or dull. Nothing could be further from the truth.
There is beauty in all places, but Australia’s rural landscapes offer something special. Perhaps it is a beauty that will only reveal itself to those who are open to it, I don’t know. Nevertheless, it is my country and my home, even if I have only ever lived in the city. The quintessential “Australianness” of a rural landscape with its gum trees and flat terrain speaks to me somehow.
And so it was that I was driving to Horsham this afternoon (for work) when I had to pull over and take some photos of the beauty that was there on the side of the road.
It’s been a dry year in Victoria. Drought is not far away. But even in this, there is something wonderful in that late-afternoon Autumn sun, its golden glow reflected in the parched grass.
Grazing sheep, wheat stubble, eucalypts, barbed-wire fencing, golden sun. This is Australia.
(Photos taken at Bungalally, Victoria).