Under the uncertain surface, lies, still untamed, a land of contradictions layers of thought, upon layers of history, upon faint...

The west side of the creek in shade. afternoon passing by hot East side still basking in the sun. Afternoon passing by.   A Southerly...

We are going up the waterfall.   Up the waterfall? Go up on high country and hike around?   No, we swim across the river, packs floating...

The sign of something else something lost, not quite recovered a meandering creek, sneaking down the escarpment following the fractures...

The ripples of an ancient shoreline exposed by water, wind and time rock shades of red, pinks and greys deep contrast with the trees and...

This is rock country he said   I thought this is rock country sky country water country   deep time ever present etched on the land the...

There is lightness in the early morning the murmur of the creek on its way down the escarpment the sound of the pandanus leaves rocking...

We walk through burnt country feels safe                         opened up due East samplings, old trees burnt, their ashes spread,...

Here country has a heart of stone roots are its veins skins of shrubs, of paperbarks, of dry sharp grass. Here Country has emerald green...

There is a palm contrasting the sandstone precipice the iron-red of the rocks ancient seas weathered by the wind, rains and time Two...

Looking for food in the darkness I hear the creek falling down I hear the creek down below splashing into a pool The rocks smooth lost is...

The crystal-clear morning perceives the influence of the absent moon. The tide has taken the water out to sea. The mangroves draw the...

I witness time deep time layers upon layers mud, sand, lime, conglomerates of rounded pebbles iron bands Fractures Pressure Uplift...

Kanku - Breakways Reserve - Coober Pedy Two Dogs Wati

Lake Crozier - From the Air

Before you get to Berri turn right the Goyder route end point the Flinders Ranges The landscape opens up fills our eyes ...

The pale red of the dunes. Cloaked horizon. The sharp blue-white of salt in my retinae. Deep contrast, eons of erosion immensurable...

Meter by meter we moved away kilometer by kilometer we were rediscovering re-imagining. I dreamed, you dreamed of essentially others...

Flying high the spinifex disappeared, the acacias and casuarinas disappeared, the hills disappeared. Roads were lines without beginnings....

Listen to the running water! Suggested the memories and the voices fleeting echoes hugging ancient granite blocks prehistoric ferns...