I love her far horizons... from the poem 'My Country' by Dorothea Mackellar.

I love her far horizons. from the poem 'My Country' by Dorothea Mackellar.

Once a jolly swagman camped beside a billabong, under the shade of a coolibah tree... But not here. This is not a billabong, it's a lake. And those are not coolibah trees.

Once a jolly swagman camped beside a billabong, under the shade of a coolibah tree. This is not a billabong, it's a lake. And those are not coolibah trees.

There's more to trees than being green.

There's more to trees than being green.

Brisbane city skyline, June 2016.

Brisbane city skyline, June 2016.

Sunrise at the Merivale Bridge, Brisbane. June 2016.

Sunrise at the Merivale Bridge, Brisbane.

Even the smallest growing thing could be a work of art.

Even the smallest growing thing could be a work of art.

These flowers bask in the Australian sun.

These flowers bask in the Australian sun.

For the thousands of flowers that bloom unseen by human eyes, take time to appreciate the one. It may just be for you.

For the thousands of flowers that bloom unseen by human eyes, take time to appreciate the one. It may just be for you.

Anyone who thinks Australia is a brown wasteland has clearly never been there. Or at least, not the 30% or so that isn't classed as arid or semi-arid. Okay, so maybe you have a point...

Anyone who thinks Australia is a brown wasteland has clearly never been there. Or at least, not the or so that isn't classed as arid or semi-arid.

Heritage is more than money. History is more than words.

Heritage is more than money. History is more than words.

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