Walks around Cradle Mountain in Tasmania revealed some beautiful things…stunning shapes and colours.
It wasn’t all still life. I spotted a wombat waddling through the undergrowth. He was in no hurry to get away. He was happily chewing on his dinner, and was not inclined to turn around to show me his lovely face.
Soon I will be walking in Italian forests around Casa Debbio. I’m hoping for snow.