Back up Mt Nebo in light rain to the new gravel-asphalt road. Then through the gate and down to the small clearing with its chainsawed stumps and small piles of sawdust.
On the way back, an unexpected sunset – lighting up the clouds, the steel works and the distant cargo ships.
Now that I am reduced to walking, it is easy to carry a camera. I only incidentally get some exercise. I don’t bother checking the time or hurrying from one point to another. The photography takes precedence. I am especially interested in the dusk light – in the contrast between the gathering darkness of the bush and the conch-shell tones of the sky. It is evening by the time I stumble down the final muddy incline to my suburban street.