Cycling aside the North Esk in Launceston Tasmania

Most days I cycle along the river path where people walk their dogs and tourists take selfies, and here I offer some images of that river path.

An egret on the water's edge a bird that I often see, it is autumn at the present and this picture has the gentle colours seen on an evening of cloud cover.


 The river is tidal, and on an evening in the 'golden hour' before the fading sun, Our lord's creation bursts in autumn splendor.

Ducks rest on the way as the clouds reflect their fading glory.


 
A lone tree against the fading light.
A lone cormorant dries its wings as the tide turns.
At High tide the water approaches the path and the willows have their roots soaked. It reminds me of Psalm 1 verse 3 that pictures the person of faith drinking of God's revelations.

 

Home as the night draws on 'and though the last lights off the black West went' to quote Gerald Manley Hopkins. The Antipodean heavens fade to a deep royal purple.


 

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