Friday, February 13, 2009

Day 44

At the end of a tragic week in which bushfires have taken many lives and burnt property, wildlife and bush, it is not surprising that a pall of smoke hangs in the air and changes the light:
Evening light with bushfire smoke My flickr caption says: Illuminating a tree nearly dead from drought in our front yard is a weak sun struggling to send its sickly yellow rays through haze of smoke

And continuing my photojourney, here is another photo of me. My mother sewed my dress and knitted the boys'jumpers. (One of my brothers was absent in this photo):


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