The mighty Murray…
river
305.
They seemed to march across the frame, following each other to inevitability and oblivion as they sank into the river. They must have seen, must have known, and yet still they march, still they follow, still they sink. And then are still.
(Nothing like a lazy cruise on a still morning to indulge in a spot of casual anthropomorphism…)
304.
River time is different time.
Breaths as long as tides,
moments of stillness in between.
Everything frozen
as we wait to exhale.
129.
Near to where my parents-in-law live, there’s a remarkable cave called Natural Bridge, where a river has cut a path through the roof, and pours through into the space below with remarkable ferocity and noise.
Further down that path, the river seems to calm itself, moving in much more hushed tones and curving around, rather than through, the surrounding landscape.
I guess we are all changeable…
116.
A simple scene, but I liked how the light was falling across the trunks, and the reflection…
115.
A mid-afternoon adventure, following the twists in the road as we negotiate this particular turn in our own plotline, and then the river. The gentle, silent stream called us back, and we stopped, and for a moment, as the bugs hung lazily in the warm air and we wandered with cameras to our eyes, time stopped too… we were here. Together. We were together.
365 Project: Day 322
Day 322.
We need to feel the sum of all our parts
Are more than what’s laid out in lines upon our palms.
Although our hands aren’t tied, we move as though they are,
Until we’re bound by branching out.
– “Lines on palms”, Josh Pyke.
365 Project: Day 316
Day 316. The water has a movement all of its own. There are patterns within patterns; we see so little…
365 Project: Day 204
Day 204. Just a quiet little spot, on a quiet little river, near the west coast of Tasmania. Turn around and you’ll see a waterfall, but I thought the view was more interesting downstream… spent some time clambering over rocks, fallen trees, slippery ground, and shallow water to get to this spot. I always liked a good walk!
