As I drove back out to the main road, I looked anew at this beautifully balanced landscape of linked timber – to creek, to flat, to hill, to forest - at the dappled light and chiaroscuro of colour and shade, and at the gentle energising feel of the place, with its ringing cry of rosella, shrike-thrush, currawong and honeyeater. - Charles Massy, Call of the Reed Warbler
I love the way it weaves various elements together: dream, past memory, present, love, threat, history, beauty…hope. Lovely piece.
Thank you for reading it Joanne. January was an intense time — I saw someone calling it on a post, ‘the longest month’.
I’d like to add here I really enjoy your writing too. Your post about the garden is far reaching, vast. Wonderful.
As I drove back out to the main road, I looked anew at this beautifully balanced landscape of linked timber – to creek, to flat, to hill, to forest - at the dappled light and chiaroscuro of colour and shade, and at the gentle energising feel of the place, with its ringing cry of rosella, shrike-thrush, currawong and honeyeater. - Charles Massy, Call of the Reed Warbler
You create a whole parallel universe to the posts with your comments Donal! Always such beautiful extracts Thank you.