As an ode to the recent spate of almost Spring like weather, a revisit of some Autumnal warmth as seen from the hills above Salmon Beach, near Windy Harbour in the D’entrecasteaux National Park.

The many grasses that bind sand dunes together take on a very warm hue, generally, in late afternoon sunlight.  Conversely, in winter, they seem almost morose pinned against a grey sky.

In every moment of our existence, we are in that field of all possibilities where we have access to an infinity of choices.

– Deepak Chopra

Little fingers, tiny toes
Baby scent, button nose

Little baby, growing tall
I will catch you when you fall
You’ll grow up, now wait and see
One day you’ll be as big as me

You are my life
You are my soul
I’ll protect you
It is my role

Little fingers, tiny toes
Baby scent, button nose

– Alyssa Brooks

Happy Birthday little man, I look forward to seeing who you become, from your first tiny steps through the path of life to the mountains you ascend.

After another weekend sojourn resulting in a few days of missing photos, I’ve returned somewhat refreshed.  A more consistent flow of images to come!

Mist whipped up by late after breezes assaults the cliffs to the north of Salmon Beach, in the D’entrecasteaux National Park.

One of the most striking features of Salmon Beach were the large cliffs right up the water’s edge.  The feeling of being somewhat hemmed in was actually quite comforting, as though one was sheltered from the world; just you and a beach.

Salmon Beach was one of our first stops ‘down south’ after earlier arriving in Bridgetown.  It’s part of the D’entrecasteaux National Park which stretches along the song coast around Windy Harbour.  It would have to be one of the most picturesque beaches I’ve seen in my life.  More photos of it over the next few days.