This is Kooljaman (aka Cape Leveque) about 200 kms north of Broome in the far north of Western Australia. The sea and sky are the bluest blue and the dust, the pindan dirt, is red. It is stunning country.
I first went to the Kimberley region for work in 2012. I had heard how beautiful it was so I bought my first DSLR camera. And, that’s where the love affair with photography started.
I saw the environment around me in ways I hadn’t seen before. The clouds had texture, the dirt had colour. I was blinded to this before.
I became hungry for life. Prior to this, I was living … barely … after the death of a friend. I was productive, successful in what I was doing, raising children to navigate life, on the surface, all was well. But, my creativity shut down. I could not write. There was nowhere inside, I could go. I did not have hunger, the kind that comes from the deepest recesses of one’s being. It’s difficult to explain, unless you have experienced it.
The camera changed this in a profound way. Now, the best thing about this hunger is, it never goes away. There is no satiety. The appetite increases with each click I take.I awaken to sunrise from my bed when I wake in Narrogin. I prop myself up and wait for this moment. It never fails to delight.
And the bark of the ‘leopard tree’ in the parking lot of the hotel in Bunbury, gives me pause when I’m unloading/loading up the car.
The telltale signs of where the tide has been has made me accept transiency for the joy of the moment.
Flying into Broome, never fails to take my breath away.
I no longer window shop life. I live it. I experience it. May you do, too.
Until next time
a dawn bird