From the little bridge across Tia Creek above the Falls, you can see the water weeds waving gently with the current of the mysteriously cloudy water.
Slightly above that the water is more calm, the banks higher. I keep an eye out for platypus, as they have been seen here, but I have no luck.
Like the slopes of the Gorge itself, the scattered creekside rocks are aslant, rough and layered.
Several sorts of lichen choose to adorn a few, softening them visually at least.
On the longer Tiara Walk, the post-fire tree regeneration is the main feature, apart from the views over the Gorge, of course.
Such glimpses never fail to astonish me; so close, so extreme, and here I am meandering along the top beside it, as if the land extended safely forever.
But in between, my attention keeps being drawn to the bright new growth of some of the young trees, glowing like firelight amidst all the black and grey.
Others are purple and magenta on the backs of the new leaves, commanding attention with their colours before the mature sage green.
Hard to keep watching where I walk, to avoid tripping, amidst so much to see. \
But I do; a fall when bushwalking, especially when on your own, is no fun… as I learnt at Gibraltar National Park!