Just Passing Through

Photos, Planet, Words


Most things tend to move a bit slower in the Central-West of New South Wales, especially in the summer when the waves of heat can seem endless.

The rainbow landscape, forever on the change, ignores the time controls of human existence. Ominous clouds, hardly pierced by the fierce sun, roll across a flawless blue sky and within seconds, a beautiful day is ankle deep in rain.

The beauty of nature, unique scenes of Australia, detract from a quiet culture (where is it?) and the whiff of colonial pride.

The Ag-Life is not for me, but I knew that when I was a child.

I’m just passing through.