Finally, I woke up feeling better this morning.  The Covid haze has gone!  I have spent the week trying to work from home with what seems to be half a brain.  The diet of rosebud tea, apricot nut bars and peanut butter straight from the jar probably hasn’t helped.  My body always craves exercise so I have been on a few long solitary hikes in the bush that adjoins my home.  Over the last few days a prescribed burn a few kilometres east has resulted in a massive cloud of smoke that has descended down the valley, obscuring the landscape in a thick haze.  The light has a strange quality to it, warm tones but eerie.  Greens seem brighter and detail is blurred.  At dawn and dusk the sky has turned blood red as all the tiny smoke particles pick up the colour of the sun emerging from and retreating to the safety and darkness of night.  I have been lamenting the lack of rain and waterfalls but, it was on one of these hikes that I realised I had a few incredible places to photograph, literally on my doorstop.  The overgrown, tangled, blackberry ridden Canning River flows through the back of my property. At the moment it is a tiny creek, barely moving, but the the dense undergrowth, tree ferns and blackberry vines create an atmospheric quality and sense of mystery.  Combined with dawn and the dense smoke the scene is other worldly.  Suffice to say I was inspired to spend the first few hours of the day wading around in the freezing creek with my tripod and camera fighting through the undergrowth experimenting with different compositions!!