In Summer, one of our Acacia trees snapped its trunk about five feet off the ground.  The colour of the bark and exposed timber against the dry grasses, and the shape of the branches kept drawing my attention.  Today, as I was scrolling through some old photographs, I came across this one.

I like this photograph because it has an abstract quality.  My attention moves between the tree in the foreground, and the scraggly growth in the background. The tree in the foreground almost becomes a frame for the thin lines of scrub in the background.  I am reminded of our landscape painters – Fred Williams comes to mind – and the photograph almost becomes a painting.

Fallen-Acacia-Tree-Landscape-Against-Dry-Scrub
The painterly quality of this photograph resonates with me a great deal.