How lovely it is to lose your way at times. To find yourself completely nowhere, with no direction home. Even car trouble can be a blessing in disguise. I will say this about the modern world, with its hustling and bustling and absurd level of connectivity – it is almost overwhelmingly easy to disappear.
Looking at the dusty outback
You might think that it is poorly.
What grass there is looks more like straw,
It’s a barren desert surely.
The jagged hills burst from dry ground
Everything seems baked and parched.
Even the trees struggle to stand,
Leaves hang sleepy from branches arched.
It’s true the sun is merciless,
It’s true that the landscape is harsh
And you might drive for days and days
To reach green meadows, leas or marsh;
But also true there’s beauty here
Of a hardy, durable kind.
The dry grass that’s so limp and brown
In time will green again you’ll find.
The trees may droop, but they live still
And each one has its occupants,
Whether birds, insects or mammals
They still have a part in life’s dance.
Late afternoons when sun is high,
The hottest part of the long day,
You will not see them, but they’re there.
They’re all carefully hid away.
Dig down into the arid earth,
I guarantee that you will see
It teems with life that’s just below
The surface seen by you and me.
It could be thought that nought is there,
Or could be you are mistaken,
You might find there is more to see
If a closer look is taken.
This photo belongs to a series that I’m currently putting into zine form. The series is from a trip I took with my father in November, 2010 to the top corner of the NSW desert. This was probably shot on the way to Tibooburra which was our main destination. In the week and bit long trip we did over 3000 kilometres and went to the corner of NSW, South Australia and Queensland.
I’m considering printing this zine along with ‘These Flowers are Shit’ and selling them together for $15 - $20, depending on printing costs. Could be cheaper. Shipped to wherever included.