Monday Musical Offering, sort of

I've been away from the web for a few days, in the presence of this:
Without fail, any time I am out camping, I find this lyric running uninvited through my head--it's by "Banjo" Patterson, the Australian poet, from his ballad "Clancy of the Overflow," in which he rather romantically imagines the life of the outdoorsman:

...And the bush has friends to meet him
And their kindly voices greet him
An the murmur of the breezes and the river on its bars.
And he sees the vision splendid
Of the sunlit plains extended
And at night the wondrous glory of the everlasting stars.

So, combined with the wind blowing through the trees, here's the music for the last few days: