Coming down from Angel’s Landing, I had no words, only peace and reverence.
Tag: travel
Black Sand Basin
The earth heaves up boiling water and steam, and from these mist coalesces, drifts with the light wind. We walk out over the simmering pools lined with vibrantly coloured minerals and flecked with obsidian, giving the basin its name. Vapour rises all around us. Every now and again, a burst of trapped air escapes, jetting sprays of searingly hot water well above our heads, and fortunately well away from the viewing platform built right over the bubbling land.
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
There is a certain beauty to rust
A pretty thing
A lifetime of utility
Goes to ground
Embraced by nature
Becomes prettier
Still
A lifetime of utility
Goes to ground
Embraced by nature
Becomes prettier
Still
The Harsh Mistress
Sun and rain burrow deep
Into paint and the past
Revealing transitions
And the names of those
Lost to time and memory
Into paint and the past
Revealing transitions
And the names of those
Lost to time and memory
Barbed Wire & Bullet Holes
Barbed wire and bullet holes
A 20 year old reminder
Of a country broken
And rebuilt
Broken again
And rebuilt
A 20 year old reminder
Of a country broken
And rebuilt
Broken again
And rebuilt
Missed opportunity?
On first glance, you may think the title is about a derelict gas station on some forlorn stretch of lonely desert highway.
You’d be wrong.
It’s about a photographer realising the shot he’ll never have another opportunity to shoot could have been so much better.
You and the Wall were never Friends
Some days
No matter how beautiful it seems
From the perspective you’re viewing
Or how comfortable you feel
Right where you’re standing
No matter how beautiful it seems
From the perspective you’re viewing
Or how comfortable you feel
Right where you’re standing
Ya just gotta stop
Take stock
And realise
You’ve hit a wall
Beauty expressed for a different mind
Some cannot see the beauty
In a burned-out forest
So I find it for her
In a burned-out forest
So I find it for her
Walls within Walls
Walls within walls
Doorways within doorways
Once forbidden
Once foreboding
Doorways within doorways
Once forbidden
Once foreboding
Layers of mystery
Peeled away
By time
Politics
And Money
