Upon returning from 30+/40 degrees in Australia to what feels like minus 30+ degrees in Scotland I was feeling a little bit on the miserable side. But it’s hard to be miserable when the daffodils and snowdrops are in bloom!
There are still icicles.. and a lot of snow..
..but it’s the little things that make me smile. The little flashes of colour and signs of life, hopefully marking the end of winter!
Quokkas.. Cute little furballs that resemble something between a large mouse and chinchilla. Living on their paradise island of Rottnest they are bigged up to be easy going, laid back, dozy and tame. Keeping the masses entertained with their furry cuteness. Well people.. Don’t be fooled. They are actually sitting there in the shade of the Eucalyptus trees plotting your demise.
So yeah, here I was cycling around the island after a lovely little snorkel with some blue crabs and sting rays, just minding my own and enjoying the scenery, when this stealth Quokka, with moves of a dopey ninja, strolled out into the road right in front of me, looked at me as I tried to avoid it.. Bike tyres screeching.. And kept in my path! That crazy little critter, if it had thumbs and fingers, I swear (and I did a bit of that too) would have most certainly made some kind of rude gesture to me as he continued off back under the trees. Little Quokka….!!!!
I just have this thing about trees. I don’t know what it is? I just find them fascinating, intriguing and inspirational.
Maybe it is their ever changing shapes? The twists and often impossible curves of their branches and trunks?
And from country to country.. Wow.. How do those shapes just keep getting wilder and more crazy? I love how nature can play with a concept such as a tree and create just so many.. So much.. So fabulous!
From short and stumpy to tall and gracious.. Green and lush to dry and burnt. They all have that ‘tree thing’.
If ever feeling a bit uninspired a good tree will always spark something, maybe a drawing? A photo? Or just a ponder? I often ponder about what might be living in the tree.. Birds? Insects? People in tree houses? Or in some moods I can imagine elves and pixies and fairies and other such creatures.. I think this comes from my love of Arthur Rackham’s illustrations (which also inspired many of my tattoos).
I chuckled the other day as I cycled beneath some trees stuffed full of white squabbling parrots/ gallahs settling down to roost for the night! The whole tree just came alive! Reminded me of some of Quentin Blake’s parrot drawings.. They make me smile too!
Anyway.. This little lot are a few of the weird and wonderful trees that I have encountered over the last few days, whilst exploring Australia.. I wonder what they will inspire?
Maybe some more drawings like this one, which has gone on to become the cover of a book..