Tiny Dancers…in the mist

Morning mists engulf the Perth, Western Australian bushland park.

The softly out of focus floral blossoms sway. Reaching. For the light. Waiting for the morning fog to lift.

I sip my coffee. As I wait for my morning fog to lift also.

 

 

To me…… they can be tiny dancers enshrouded in the soft light.

Dancing slowly, stretching, waking.

 

 

 

I love how nature provides such color.

Such softness. Such suggestion.

 

 

 

Tiny Dancers in the mist….. do I really know the proper name for these blossoms?

No. They are some kind of banksia though.

 

The artist within,  prefers “Tiny Dancers in the mist.”