Queensland is the sunshine state, beautiful one day, perfect the next.
The lake at the end of my street is placid, with just a few ripples to ruffle the surface and the air is still.
But Australia has a capricious weather system and it can show its violent side.
The storm clouds can roll in from the distant hinterland, dark and foreboding. The wind builds and boils to a ferocious storm.
In the garden the palm fronds bend and twist in a frantic dance to the accompaniment of the wind and lashing rain.
Branches snap and fall unable to withstand the cyclonic force of nature.
At the beach the ocean is whipped into a frenzy of foam and spray.
The Pandanus tree, unable to bear the destructive winds, topple and fall.
This country is subject to intense changes in weather patterns and Ailsa’s “wind” theme made me think of the storms that occasionally lash our coast with disastrous consequences.