Silver Birches

We managed our photo walk today, and Irkutsk, ever chivalrous, donated his SD card when I discovered mine was left in the card reader at home. Even more nobly he agreed on a diversion to capture the silver birches I have been planning on blipping for some time.

Not as sweet as the weeping birch so adored by my mother, but the congregation, bowed worshipfully toward Yarra Glen, always command my attention.

This isn't quite perfect (unbalanced to my eye), but still satisfying.

I'll be back!