Morning mists engulf the Perth, Western Australian bushland park.
The softly out of focus floral blossoms sway. Reaching. For the light. Waiting for the morning fog to lift.
I sip my coffee. As I wait for my morning fog to lift also.
To me…… they can be tiny dancers enshrouded in the soft light.
Dancing slowly, stretching, waking.
I love how nature provides such color.
Such softness. Such suggestion.
Tiny Dancers in the mist….. do I really know the proper name for these blossoms?
No. They are some kind of banksia though.
The artist within, prefers “Tiny Dancers in the mist.”