“You know why trees smell the way they do?” Murphy asked, looking up from her hammering. “Sap?” Logan guessed. “Chlorophyll?” Murphy shook her head. “Stars. Trees breathe in starlight year after year, and it goes deep into their bones. So when you cut a tree open, you smell a hundred years’ worth of light. Ancient starlight that took millions of years to reach earth. That’s why trees smell so beautiful and old.” ~ By Frances O’Roark Dowell in 'Where I’d like to be'
Tuesday, 31 March 2015
Monday, 30 March 2015
Sunday, 29 March 2015
Saturday, 28 March 2015
intimate gathering...
intimate gathering of greens at Montalto vineyards, Red Hill...
P.S. Thank you Nick for identifying this as a featherbush...
Linking to:
Friday Greens
Friday, 27 March 2015
softest pink...
Thursday, 26 March 2015
Wednesday, 25 March 2015
Tuesday, 24 March 2015
Monday, 23 March 2015
Sunday, 22 March 2015
Saturday, 21 March 2015
Friday, 20 March 2015
Thursday, 19 March 2015
a cargo boat beyond...
Wednesday, 18 March 2015
Tuesday, 17 March 2015
Monday, 16 March 2015
Sunday, 15 March 2015
Saturday, 14 March 2015
furls of a rose...
Friday, 13 March 2015
grey plants by blue waters...
Thursday, 12 March 2015
Wednesday, 11 March 2015
Tuesday, 10 March 2015
bunched together...
Monday, 9 March 2015
Sunday, 8 March 2015
Saturday, 7 March 2015
Friday, 6 March 2015
Thursday, 5 March 2015
remembering spring blossoms...
Labels:
blossoms,
Dromana Hills,
garden,
macro,
Spring
Wednesday, 4 March 2015
Tuesday, 3 March 2015
Monday, 2 March 2015
peeling bark...
Sunday, 1 March 2015
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