Leaving Canberra after soaking in the works of Jeffrey Smart, the stunning array of portraiture at the National Portrait Gallery on loan from London, everything begins to look like a picture. In Bungendore a relic of the Olympics closing ceremony induces a minor red light/green light sweat…and the road out provides an opportunity to travel down one of the less traveled roads.

I was chasing the wind farms, they fascinate me, and they are harder to get to that you think they might be. CCTV amongst the paddocks keeping an eye on access roads and barbed wire for good measure. I drove every road I could, to get as close as I could (not close). As I wound down the clock the sun set, reminding me that for half an hour every day there are colours all around us and that light is where the magic lives.