Butterfly for Saturday Critter

 

The scene glows with a quiet, luminous warmth—the kind of yellow that doesn’t shout but settles, like a secret whispered by sunlight. In the Melbourne Botanical Garden, colour never arrives alone; it drifts in with the breeze, pools at the base of old trees, lingers on petals as though reluctant to move on. But this shade of yellow feels deliberate, almost sculpted by the softness of the afternoon.

It is a colour that seems to hold its own weather: gentle, honey-warm, a counterpoint to the unpredictable moods of the city beyond the gates. It brightens the air without force, casting a mellow radiance along the winding paths and over the rippling lawns. You can feel it filling the space between leaves, turning shadows tender rather than sharp, as though the garden itself is taking a long, unhurried breath.

Nearby, the lake mirrors this gold—broken by the glide of a bird, a passing breeze, or the dip of a willow branch. The trees, old and knowing, seem to lean into the glow as if recalling seasons when the world felt slower. Even the faint hum of city life fades under this yellow hush, softened into something that feels almost musical.

Here, in this light, time loosens. Colours deepen. The ordinary becomes luminous.
It is the kind of yellow that lifts the heart without asking, the kind that finds you rather than the other way around—quiet, steady, and full of its own gentle grace.

Olympus E520 

150mm f2 

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