Dugout 8
I wish I've spent more time on the Fly River and have captured more images about life on and around its waters. Scenes like this, suggesting serenity and locals having complete control and benefiting exclusively from this natural resource, was probably more common in the older days before the mines upstream contaminated the water and made this indigenous transportation route a fast lane for their cargo ships.
A weekend reflection on this post through the words of a fellow blogger...
The drag of endless mental work in a strange land takes its toll. Fatigue can kill so petty escapades provide hopeful deviations from the brewing madness. An aging DSLR keeps good company to a walk around the neighbourhood, a short drive to a scenic place, or a silent recollection in a quiet nook granting that the host community and the elements of nature would allow one a safe passage to solitude and contemplation. Loneliness quickly turns to joy when something exciting gets captured by the cam’s shutter then set free into the laptop’s screen followed by electric words that rush from the fingers to the keyboard in an effort to describe the moment. Alas, the brain is alive once again!
I love your roaming … it’s my best way to travel without coping with airport security!
Thanks.
Oh i love this shot!
Thank you so much, Rebecca.
love this shot.Cheers Callie
Hello again, Callie. Thanks for your kind comment and for leaving a note behind. Cheers!