Rutherglen July 2012

Early in July I spent a weekend with my mother near Rutherglen. The mornings were Cold, -5, and the frost spectacular. Blue (the dog) did not seem to mind and was all to pleased to walk with me down to the Murray River. 

The ground was white and glistened with the rising sun, the mist hovered a few feet off the ground creating wonderful bands of light and grey. The sun bright against the early morning shadows. Down on the river flats and over the Murray itself the mist floated and threaded through trees and around the snags. One snag rose out of the water and looked like a Bunyip.