A soft breeze was blowing down from the hills. The pendulous branches of the weeping tea tree swayed back and forth. I pointed the camera at one of the flowers and waited for the swaying to subside. I was not even sure if the autofocus could pick up this tiny little bloom that measured a mere 5 mm in diamater only. In between the lull, I quickly took a few shots. This is one of the sharper ones.
This photograph reminded me of the weeping willow tree that once stood proud outside the house that I used to live in. Her branches hung low, almost but never touching the ground. Her shade was a welcome relief during the scorching mid-day sun. She stood majestically beside the fence that was wrapped over by a hedge, typical of many homes of that era – a time when life was simpler. As I grew up, so did she. She was as tall as a two storey house when I was in my mid-twenties. One day, her leaves started to wilt, and drop. A few weeks later, her branches were bare. She died eventually.
