Out there

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It’s been a long day today but made easier when a friend sent me texts and pictures of an area I visited for the first time, about two years ago.  I felt a pang of nostalgia for that harsh and stunning landscape.  Fortunately, I have a colleague who loves this kind of travel as much as I do and when offered work, we are always prepared to go the distance.  We both love the nothingness and fullness of the outback experience.  She and I were there for just a week but my friend’s swing is longer.  Long hours, heat and isolation takes a toll on folks.  I know from experience, unless one has experienced this, work and travel of this kind is difficult to explain to others.  It is emotionally, physically and psychologically taxing.  It brings out a curious dichotomy of vulnerability and strength in people.

I’m behind my work schedule tonight but wanted to reblog my post of that visit.  I have fond memories of that trip.  We were like excited school girls and it was a long hot drive.  I recall we drank litres of water but did not need a comfort break.  The heat was intense in November in country that is usually hot at any time of the year.

Oh! how I yearn to be out there again.

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird

In response to YDWord Prompt – Distance– 23 April 2020

“….this moment, is your life”

via Daily Prompt: Vague

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.

DSCN7195.jpgIt is hot.  It is red.  It is dusty.  The sky is blue.  It is magnificent.  DSCN7210.jpgThere 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.  DSCN7161.jpgThe muted shades of dusk.DSCN7163.jpgThe day ends beyond (tidal) Pretty Pool.  It casts an iridescent glow.DSCN7154.jpgThe bird life at Pretty Pool is discreet.  This heron was among the mangroves.  It was barely bigger than a crow.DSCN7152.jpgWith a stretch that was amazing!DSCN9593.jpgThe tide had left a calling card.  DSCN9563.jpgMy favourite place early morning is near a church.  The eagles like it too.DSCN9559.jpgThe magnificent cargo ships glide by, often without sound.DSCN7203.jpgI’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.DSCN7201.jpgA beautiful egret.  An Eastern Reef egret, I think.DSCN7207.jpgThe 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

As always

a dawn bird