I'm fascinated by the texture, pattern and colour of bark. This bark is completely different to what I find in Ireland. Far more bumpy and knobbly.
It's good to be in a new landscape, and to find new things to notice. Driving today, I was struck by the large numbers of stork's nests, on chimneys, on electrical pylons; and the storks abroad, stretched long in the sky, searching for food for their chicks.
Now evening is falling and colours are beginning to mute. Life is good. Life is good.