we escaped the city for a night over the weekend,
a last minute spontaneous camping trip
west of Brisbane to the Bunya Mountains.
driving down the country road
we passed this little grove of flowering trees
beside an unsealed lane.
far into the forest, the morning mist was still lingering,
softly wrapped around the silvery trunks.
the quiet beauty of this place was powerful.
it reminded me of the words to one of my
favouritest songs by Bernard Fanning
"... I guess we'll wait for the night to fall
we'll sleep right through to the breaking dawn
I guess we'll find out
further down the road..."
(I don't know the name of these trees, does anyone?)
edit: thanks for all your comments; it seems these trees are 'Paulownia' trees (thanks Zoe!), which are grown for their timber. these ones were certainly a plantation, all in neat angular rows - a renewable and beautiful forest.
native to China, the Paulownia is known as the 'princess tree'; it was once customary to plant a Paulownia tree when a baby girl was born, and then to make it into a dresser as a wedding present when she married.
later on we found some country junk shops to rummage through,
will share my finds here soon.