Somewhere else, this would be a glorious wildflower meadow but here in the Australian Wet Tropics, it is a park gone feral after weeks of rain. Before the mower came to slice off their heads, I wandered over with the camera to take their portraits.
How it proceeded
I was quickly distracted from the flowers. The uncut turf was filled with tiny wildlife and in the moments when the sun elbowed its way through the clouds, I pointed my camera towards all the hopping, buzzing, crawling creatures I could see.
