Have you been to the Monaro in the winter?
Lately we’ve been going up the mountain, out of our pristine valley, into the Monaro. We do this once a fortnight to pick Pete’s kids up. There was a time when the contrast of the dry, baron landscape of the Monaro country would feel harsh to me. I guess it’s just so very different to our usually green, lush Bega valley. But these days I see something totally different. I see the contrast in a different way. The lighting up there at the time of day that we always go is so gentle. The harshness of the landscape dissipates and the sun setting on the distant hills softens everything. It’s quite beautiful, actually. And it leaves me wondering why I couldn’t see it in this way until now.
That windmill is always something I look forward to seeing. So many times Pete and I say we’ve got to get a photo of that windmill as we drive straight past or it’s right on dark. Finally we got one. It says comet on the side and I love how it’s crookedly connected to that random little tank in the middle of nowhere.
The dry grass used to bother me…again, I think it’s because our valley is so lush most of the time. Now I see the beauty in the golden tones of the seeding Monaro grasses. It was icy cold when I jumped out of the car to snap this shot and the wind was blowing wildly but it seemed fitting, especially considering it’s the middle of winter and we were on the tablelands of the Snowy Mountains.
Both Pete and I love this property. The old house and shearing sheds beg us to sticky beak. Every time we drive by we comment. Unfortunately that photo isn’t the best.
At this time of year the sunsets have been exquisite. Again, my photography on my dying phone does not do it justice. There’s an amber glow and it permeates the barren, smaller hills in front but the rest of the mountains, where the sun looks as though it’s snuggling into, has this amazing bright, silver lining. It’s so pretty.
It’s all a lovely bonus for Pete as he looks forward to wrapping his kids in his arms and having them for a couple of too shorter days, each fortnight.
photo by Josh
I love that I can see beauty in the things where I once couldn’t and I wonder if it’s a maturing part of my nature or whether it’s just that I’m connecting in a different way to the Monaro. Either way, it’s nice and I’m enjoying noticing these kinds of little things in my life.