At a billabong …

Billabong, outback Kimberley region, Western Australia

I thought it was somewhat ironic the picture I was drawn to for this post is that of a billabong in harsh country, so far away from the manicured lawns and gardens in the city.

The Kimberley region in Western Australia is north of Perth and vast, hugely vast.  I’ve visited many times to towns and also indigenous communities, for work.  I have also holidayed there frequently when I visited a friend in Broome but never ventured to the true outback.

This is remote, harsh country in East Kimberley.  The dust is red and the foliage a beautiful green.  The billabongs are magnificent and lush.  I sat with a group of strangers, all writers from around Australia, at this billabong for a writing exercise.  The memory makes me shiver with warmth.  There were blue dragon flies that buzzed around me.  The purple water lilies shimmered in the heat.   It was one of the most memorable peaceful moments I have experienced.  The water looked so tempting.  This is saltwater crocodile country and this billabong may have been safe … but we did not take any chances.

I know I’ll return one day.

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird

In response to RDP – Saturday: Verdant




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