I think if I'd been born in earlier times I could have been an explorer. Not a long distance explorer, I don't think I have the resilience for that, but I would have loved tracing small steams to their source.
Growing up in Australia we were taught all about the early explorers of our country and these stories always enthralled me. Such brave men (they were always men)! I always suspected that most of them were slightly crazy and driven but their bravery was never in doubt.
These days I like to do my own interpretation of "intrepid explorer" but it's all been done before and there are always those damn boundary fences that put an end to my adventures.
This afternoon I set out to explore the farm where I am house-sitting in a direction different to one I've taken before. Sure enough, the boundary fence put a stop to my wanderings. But close to the boundary I came across this lovely sight.
Fallen logs across the creek. It was so natural and beautiful!
Changing the subject a bit .....anyone who reads this blog regularly knows how I love where I live. But, staying at another farm in the area, I accept now that we are not ideally positioned for sunsets. At home there are a hill, scraggy pine trees and power lines in all my sunsets. Here, I just have to walk to the edge of the lawn (to get the power lines out of the shot) and I have lovely sunsets. Last night I was blessed with this sight: