I went walking through the streets and along one of my favourite bush tracks the other day. The sun was shining and the sky was that gorgeous Australian blue that I didn’t realise existed ’til I lived overseas for a while. I saw noone but a lone black cockatoo that flew above and called out to me (at least I think it was to me..) with that cry that makes me think that perhaps he should live by the sea. I hadn’t felt particularly inspired to take photos when I set out but I took my camera anyway and before I knew it I was lost in the moment and in the end had to rush back to make sure I wasn’t late picking up my girl from school. There was nothing that stood out, nothing extraordinary but when I got home and sifted through the images I saw all this beautiful stuff staring back at me and I remembered that there’s beauty everywhere… We just have to remember to look for it.
