I’ve heard it famously referred to as the wide brown land, but to me it is an expanse of ochre and red, tones more descriptive of its character. Australia is a rich land, but not overly saturated. Intense, but not glaring. One goes to ground here, becomes part of the earth, lives at a walker’s pace. Immersed in a hot bath of air, the heat fills my lungs, reddens my flesh, soothes my spirit.
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MacDonnell Range Station
It rested there
Nestled in the valley
Watched over by ghost gums
Fortified by mountains
Nestled in the valley
Watched over by ghost gums
Fortified by mountains
A small outpost
In a large land
A cattle station
In the Red Centre