It was zero degrees Celsius in my little stone cottage this morning. The sun was out but it was COLD. I had to go to town so I left early so that I could put the car heater on and warm up.
As I drove towards Tower Hill I noticed it was shrouded in mist. I’ve been wanting to take photos in mist for ages so I decided to take a quick drive through the park.
Tower Hill is an extinct volcanic crater. As I followed the road down into the park the temperature dropped and the mist closed in.
I entered a dark, shadowy world
yet looking back the way I had come, the sun still shone on the hillside.
Further into the park things got even more mysterious.
I was deep in the mist now and the sun was just a hazy memory.
I felt like I had dropped into some other country,
I drove up out of the park and stopped at the lookout. The place looked peculiar from that height – almost like a view from an aircraft coming into land.
Again I had that strange feeling that I was no longer in Australia but had gone somewhere else – somewhere very cold indeed.
As I walked across the lookout I disturbed a flock of magpie geese. They honked as they flew away – a strange, sonorous sound that added to the solemnity of the moment.
While I was in the park the mist spread out over the surrounding countryside.
It was well after midday before I saw the sun again.