It was an overcast day at Mount Wilson in the Blue Mountains, when I took this shot, neither warm nor cold.
Mist drifted in and out of the trees, as sunny periods broke through the cloud cover, lending the landscape an eerie feeling; and perhaps one of foreboding.
Textures abounded in the forms of soft tree trunks, native plant vegetation and the grainy visual quality of the mist.
“You’d call the man a senseless fool, – a blockhead or an ass,
Who’d dare to say he saw the ghost of Mount Victoria Pass;
But I believe the ghost is there,
For, if my eyes are right,
I saw it once upon a ne’er – to – be – forgotton night.”
Excerpt from the poem by Henry Lawson 1891 – “The Ghost At The Second Bridge”