Clouds roll by and a slight breeze ripples the water. Otherwise, all is quiet along this stretch of the Connecticut River as it makes its way down through Vermont. In a while a train will rumble through, breaking the silence; but soon it will be gone, its whistle barely audible in the distance.
As the season changes, from the shore of Togue Pond in Maine you can see a dappling of sunlight among marsh grasses and a slight turning of leaves in the distant woods.
This deciduous plant shows off its autumn colors in the mountainous woodlands of western Virginia.
It is always nice to have something in the foreground of your photos. The pilings in the Docklands are perfect for this!
Also in the Docklands, are a marina and Webb Bridge, an artistic walking bridge across the Yarra River.
If you tire of walking, trains are going in, out, and around the city at all times. In this image taken from a bridge over the tracks at Flinders Station, some trains are moving fast enough to become mere streaks in my exposure while in others you can see the people.
I could call this shot “up a creek without a motor or a paddle” because that is really what happened! The Western Australian tour leader and captain of our tiny craft could not restart the engine after many, many tries over at least forty minutes. He begged some passers-by to lend us one of their oars (“just one, please”), but they declined. Meanwhile, I took this shot and the one below and eventually the motor started.
The agile rock wallaby, which lives in small colonies on rocky cliffs and ledges, is in a different genus from other wallabies more closely related to the kangaroos. There are many types of rock wallabies, and while technically not endangered, many populations have declined and are the subject of scientific study. Rock wallabies are nocturnal so it was a treat to see this one peeking out in broad daylight.
This coastal gorge along the Great Ocean Road in Victoria, Australia, is named after the English clipper ship Loch Ard that sank nearby in 1878. Of the 54 people aboard the clipper, only two nineteen-year-olds survived. Both of them floated in through the narrow opening in the distance.
To the right of the gorge opening and protected from the sea by its high walls, is this quiet cove with its waters lapping gently against the rock face and spilling silently onto shore.
The outback of Australia’s Northern Territory is consistently red in color and rather wild to traverse.
Rocks shaped like mushrooms are red and the climate can be the extreme of hot and cold in the course of one day.
Nowhere is there anything but wild vegetation, although “wild” sometimes includes unwanted invasive species.
The best part of “wild” means minimal (almost nonexistent) light pollution and a visible array of stars from the moment night descends on this straight, red dirt road.
