As I woke this morning, there was mist rising from the surface of the river and I could hardly wait to go down to the bank and wait for the sunrise to begin to colour the river and play on my lens.
The familiar was everywhere: a shag/cormorant was there using the flood debris of the previous summer as a roost; two spans of the 5 span railway bridge came into view; the mist rising from the water into the cooler air would soon cease as the sun warmed the air; the long reach where I taught myself to swim as an unsupervised 9 year-old flushed out many playful memories.
But this was spring in a new era. The pollen and petals of a million camphor laurel blossoms covered the river's surface like a potter's powdered glaze before the firing. Sure, they would be moved to the bank as the breezes of the day commenced and the surface would be as clean as polished brass, but in my childhood, there were no camphor laurels on the riverbank, and no powered surface of the stream. This was spring in a new era, and the new day of this new spring would soon paint the brassy scene of sunrise in the vivid green of the new foliage of the camphor laurels.
So let the sunrise play on the lens and the day sweep away the dream-dust of the night.
Deliberately looking into the sun emphasised the contrast of the bright morning light beating into the darkness.
The 2 bridge spans seen in the background are part of the 5 span Imbil Railway Bridge which is a classified heritage item. It carries the Mary Valley Branch Railway across Yabba Creek.