Leaving Daylesford

Driving out of Daylesford caused more memories to flow, but, a mind
must concentrate while driving.

It could not have been a more beautiful day with a brilliant blue sky canopied overhead, nevertheless, I was concious of my windscreen becoming smudged and dirtied and knew the was not a carwash in the vicinity.

My litte dog generally lays on a blanket on the top of the back seat when I drive in my own township, but once out of it, she prefers to ignore her basket and curl up under the front car seat and sleep - until the car stops.
Then, she doesn't miss a trick.

The countryside rolled by as I pressed on to Maldon, the Bakery and my favoured meat pies. And my tummy grumbled with hunger in harmony with the purr of the engine.

There was little traffic as all the tourists were in their favorite haunts, and of course, in Daylesford which had been quite busy.

Passing the extinct volcano, I decided upon a return visit to photograph views from the road up to the crater which I knew to be breathtaking. The crater itself held no interest for me as I knew it to be a type of amphitheatre and had seen it many years before.

I took a quick random snap of it and noted it's brooding silence. It looked eerie, and alone. Bedecked in many pine trees it gave one the impression of life - and death - then life.

Resurrection as a beloved botanic icon of the area.

It's Mother Volcano stood aloof in the Ballarat area. She had spawned this silent child and now stood sentinel as though watching her dead children from afar.

Aboriginals of the area once recalled when this brooding child they had named Lalagambook had thrown rocks at Mt Tarengower near Maldon.

Under scrutiny from afar, I wondered just how dead these volcanoes really were and my mind went into contemplation mode once again until hunger forced me to drive onwards ...