More than once of late I have wondered how it is that I am still here. I am not prone to exaggeration so believe me when I tell you that a series of storms tore through my life and left nothing but wrack and ruin .
Beautiful Australian landscape of the Grampians National Park. Red dirt road to the mountains
The rustic rural fence and morning fog across the top of the poplar plantation across the road from my cottage in Wisemans Ferry, New South Wales, Australia. I watched the cherry blossom change as the seasons came and went.
Landscape photography rural New South Wales Australia. Cherry blossom blooming in the fog behind a rustic country fence
Uluru, Outback Australia, Base Walk
The waterholes of Uluru in Outback Australia
I have felt Uluru welcome me as deeply as she welcomes the people who have been her custodians. The scars left on her surface will never heal, they will always be a reminder of the way in which my people have disregarded the sacred sites of this land. Please don't climb.
Waves crashing against rocks at Bombo Quarry near Kiama on the New South Wales South Coast on a stormy day.
Standing tall on the rock pillars of Bombo Quarry as Sunrise breaks through the stormy sky. DJI Spark Drone Photography.
Rainbow lighting the storm clouds over Kiama Lighthouse on the South Coast of NSW, Australia.
Sunset over Mundi Mundi Plains
Life in the Big Hole: bliss filled days at Ellery Creek, Outback Australia
The past two weeks has been a veritable cacophony of building stress . I have been craving stillness. A fine friend and I headed in to the bush for some camping to remedy my growing tension. And it delivered .