Capertee Valley April 2013

It was actually a birding trip.  We got to Glen Davis Friday afternoon.  The cliffs called out.  I photographed.  And the next day I photographed.   The birds were all fabulous but my lens was not long enough to reach them.

Glen Davis Works

The property we were staying on housed the ruins of the Glen Davis Oil Shale Works.  The land held its history and preceding history, thousands of years before the birth of the Oil Shale Works.  Walking through the mists in this place, in the early morning I photographed the process, nature reclaiming her space.

White Rainbow

It was the last day of the Capertee Valley trip.  I woke up from a dream; someone wanting to photograph something. The dream had a sense of urgency about it.  Photograph something.  It was 6:30AM.  I looked out the window and saw the sky was clear.  No rain. No rain clouds.  Ok, I thought, photograph something.  I had my cup of tea, collected my gear and walked out the back door.  The sun had not yet risen above the cliffs.  Streams of fog were rolling in.  Pink light still hinted at a sunrise.  The cold bit at my fingers.  But I strode out into the waking day, binoculars and camera in hand. On the way back I was presented with a white rainbow.  It is a rare weather phenomenon. I had to ask my father, and Google it to find this info.   I happened to be in the right place at the right time to see it.  I thanked the day for giving me such a gift.

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Landscapes and billabongs

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 Billibongs receding into the dry soil.

Blue sky and bone dry ground

The ground cracks into uncountable pieces as the water evaporates away

Red Earth

The red earth spoke loudly to me of ages past

and the living present moment.