It is winter, but the deciduous trees and vines don’t all drop their leaves at once. It’s a nicely timed taking of turns to blaze out their seasonal farewells.
This beauty is the very last leaf on the whole Glory Vine. On a misty morning, its bright pink is almost shocking. I want a lipstick exactly that colour. And look at the perfect jewel suspended from its tendril.
The Liquid Amber is the last, and the most spectacular tree, glowing even inside a cloud.
The Crimson Rosellas must relate to the crimson fallen leaves; they are almost camouflaged amongst them.