Sunday.
Wherever I looked the Autumn leaves caught my eye. Maybe it’s because where I live we don’t get many trees changing colour that I find it so different. Even the caterpillar chewed leaves looked amazing to me!
Sunday.
Wherever I looked the Autumn leaves caught my eye. Maybe it’s because where I live we don’t get many trees changing colour that I find it so different. Even the caterpillar chewed leaves looked amazing to me!
Saturday.
The Autumn trees in Bombala seem to have ingrained themselves on me. I can’t get enough of them and everywhere I looked there were more. The weather has been so beautiful and sunny the reflections were superb in the Bombala River.
Friday.
An early morning drive from Bombala to Berridale and return had me travelling though countryside I hadn’t seen before. Rolling hills and large farms are throughout this area which lies at the foot of our High Country (here in Australia) and gets extremes of weather. A bit of rain and early morning mist developed into a cracker of a day of sunshine and warm temperatures.
Thursday.
The young trees being planted in Bombala seem to all be in the orange/red tones which is a contrast to the mature yellow trees. In a few more years these young trees will transform the Autumn look of Bombala.
Wednesday.
Most of the trees planted along the river in Bombala were yellow leaved and made a magnificent display. The smaller newer tree plantings along the main street were the fiery reds, pinks and oranges which will be very striking in years to come but as of now it was the old yellow leaved trees that made the colourful display.
Tuesday.
Autumn leaves in Bombala. I’ll get back to Wilson’s Prom as soon as I can access my images again. I’m travelling and only have my recent images available.
Bombala is a small country town in the high country of NSW. The Bombala River is know for platypus in it’s mountain waters but now I know the autumn colour is quite impressive too. A lovely unspoilt place to spend a day or two.
Wednesday.
From Bombala where the Bombala River was in flood, we drove through Cooma on our way to Goulburn for the night. Later we stopped at a rest area near Bredbo which was beside the Bredbo River. The river was unseen because the bushes and grasses (and weeds) had grown so high with all the rain but it had a lovely battered gate in the fence which I assume led to the river when the grasses die in the droughts this area regularly suffers from.