I moved into my current place of residence about one and a half years ago now, and I had grown accustomed to the old, green, wooden fence surrounding the front yard of the townhouse, not to mention the squeaky gate. So upon returning home last Tuesday, I was surprised to find the fence and gate lying disassembled on our small patch of lawn (though I must admit that it’s more of a weed lawn than anything else, if I can even call it a ‘lawn’?).
If you’re wondering why the photo has a sepia tone, it’s because I took it on the day of the dust storm.
When I woke up and saw that the rays of light shining into my room were bright orange, I thought there might have been a major bushfire nearby or something. Looking outside, it was like heavy orange-colored fog. It was not pleasant outdoors that day – the air was dry and it was hard to breathe. There was so much red dust on the cars that it looked like everyone had gone on a holiday to the Outback! Some people waiting for the bus held tissues over their nose and mouth, and a few wore masks. I took a few photos, but I wasn’t up early enough to see the height of the dust storm. There are some good pictures here though:
