It must have been about ten years ago when I first went to Port Hedland. Not knowing what to expect I researched the area before the trip. To my surprise there was more to see than just Port, salt mines, and iron ore laden freight transported by rail or sea. What did surprise me was the vivid colours of the landscape.
There is no way the mining Pilbara region up north can be described in vague terms. What you see, is what you get.
It is hot. It is red. It is dusty. The sky is blue. It is magnificent. There is a solitary tree at Spoilbank, in South Hedland. It is my favourite view from across the water. This is harsh country exposed to cyclones. I love the statement it makes. The muted shades of dusk.The day ends beyond (tidal) Pretty Pool. It casts an iridescent glow.The bird life at Pretty Pool is discreet. This heron was among the mangroves. It was barely bigger than a crow.With a stretch that was amazing!The tide had left a calling card. My favourite place early morning is near a church. The eagles like it too.The magnificent cargo ships glide by, often without sound.I’ve visited Cemetery Beach before when the turtles were hatching. (Yes, the beach is across the cemetery!). This time I found sculptures on shore. The real turtles in the sea were too quick to photograph.A beautiful egret. An Eastern Reef egret, I think.The rugged Pilbara shore.
I had lunch with my son yesterday. I was telling him how hot it was in Port Hedland when I was there. I got off the flight to temperature that was 17 degrees hotter than Perth. I was sharing with him the sights and sounds of the Pilbara when he asked how come I am still enthusiastic about work after all these years of travel. My answer was simple. I practice the quote from The Rubaiyat by Omar Khayyam: “Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.”
It is the essence of being alive.
Until next time
a dawn bird