Deep in the heart of Victoria’s Otway National Park, trunks tower overhead as lush tree ferns blanket the forest floor below.
Like grand pillars stretching through the fog, monumental Mountain Ash stand watch over the living pantheon of Victoria’s Black Spur.
On the final leg of our road trip we returned via the forestry town of Laurel Hill. Nearby, a plantation of Sugar Pines were left uncut for decades and have grown unhindered into giants over the years.
We arrived on sunrise hoping to capture golden light illuminating the forest, or even better, a blanket of fresh white snow. In reality, there was neither.
Overnight rain brought with it thick morning fog, which unfortunately blocked any sunshine reaching the forest. However, we soon embraced the conditions for what they were and captured eerie scenes of the limbless trunks as the fog slowly snaked through the trees.
With the changing of the seasons, the streets of Macedon were bursting with autumn colour - and people, too.
Planted 100 years ago in 1918, 154 oak trees line the street to honour those who enlisted to serve in World War I.
Now a (very) popular tourist destination throughout autumn, we ventured out in the early morning to walk down the avenue free of people. It was a humbling experience, and I was overwhelmed by the beauty of it all.
The puffins of Borgarfjarðarhöfn were darting and swooping into the water to catch fish for their evening meal. I used my 300mm zoom lens which allowed me to get extremely close to the little critters, photographing them with freshly caught fish still dangling from their beaks. Then, after the all tourists departed on their buses for the evening, the puffins grew curious and comically waddled over towards me, standing no more than a meter or two away. They seemed to be just as interested in me as I was in them.
Springtime in the Southern Highlands.