The forest in Winter . . .
In the cold, wet and very grey Wombat State Forest, we'd catch rare glimpses of sunlight which made everything sparkle like glitter, and which made me smile and clap my hands in glee.
Such beauty in simple things.
In the cold, wet and very grey Wombat State Forest, we'd catch rare glimpses of sunlight which made everything sparkle like glitter, and which made me smile and clap my hands in glee.
Such beauty in simple things.