My friend Dianne and I are on a long weekend road trip through Western Australia’s Golden Outback, and it’s August, the early days of the wildflower season. What began as a pleasant way to escape the city for a few days has become an obsessive hunt: searching for wildflowers now seems as serious as spotting game on an African safari, and as much fun, too.
The pursuit of ticks on our wildflower bucket list – multi-coloured everlastings, various orchids, unusual wattles, the rare but spectacular wreath flowers – has my eyes obsessively darting along both road edges as we drive, and I yell when I see a flower patch that needs closer examination. The contrast of colourful flowers with the striking red dirt and, luckily for us, a mostly blue sky, is so photogenic we both feel like award-winning photographers.
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