Eucalyptus woodland at the Australian National Botanic Gardens (Canberra). Something about the open aspect of this woodland, the way the ground is revealed, its dryness and heat, and those qualities in the trees themselves, is appealing. It creates for me a “hook for dreams”, a potentiality for revery.
Black Mountain flora
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