As one walks through a casuarina thicket towards the beach, there's a distinct atmosphere within the wood that I have to date been unable to capture.
Perhaps what is missing is the lack of the sound of the ocean steadily getting louder as we approach, or the soft squeak of the sand underfoot, being flicked up the back of one's legs by the heel of one's thongs, signalling it's just about time to go barefoot again.
© Sunshine Coast Daily Photo - Australia
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From NSW; the leaves here are only starting to discolour... :) :)
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