SOMETIMES: RIVERS & ROOTS

IWONDERWHAT THE FUKIAM DOON

SOMETIMES: 15-09-2023

Leaving base with my comfy chairs.

Close to town, services everywhere.

Doctors, Nurses, shops at beck and call.

Some would question why I leave at all.

Cups of tea with colour vista of garden green.

No pesky street traffic or neighbours to be seen.

Friends close enough for drinkies to wander by.

As I just said I keep on thinking and wonder why

WHY I FIND MYSELF AGAIN HITTING THE ROAD OF DUST AND DIRT TO SOME DISTANT PLACE.

OF ROO’S, DROUGHT AND DUST IN DWELLING’S LONG SINCE OUTLIVED THEIR GLORY TIME.

THE WATERS MAY HAVE SURROUNDED HER BUT SHE HOLD HER GROUND

MANY HANDS MAKE LIGHT WORK, MANY ROOTS ASSIST SURVIVAL

This time the destination is on the “Culgoa” near the pub of Hebel fame, farm sitting for an owner taking a three week break in Melbourne.

Looking for cattle escaped onto the national park, a vast empty space of no fences, so have to:

“Getum when we Seeum before we Looseum”

I searched to the river on this black soil plain, no sign of cattle tracks or evidence of being there.

Then came the epiphany of why I yearn to roam, many many miles from the comforts of home.

Photo opportunities of the deep and winding river bed with tangled roots and fallen trees of many metre girth amongst the old and tough survivors who cling onto the earth, despite the torrent rushing by, taking all in its path.

So I sat in awe and captured the scene with the two photographic assistants.

Hopefully dear reader you may feel the power of the moments in the photographs.

HOPE SO: