The country is calling me, the hinterland of Australia, this ancient land, where rocky foundations were laid 370 million years ago, and ancient seas raged around western Victoria a mere 40 million years ago, creating inland deserts and lakes and small pockets of green. Lands that were once steeped in another culture and language, before colonial farmers denuded the plains, believing that the rain would follow the plough, and sometimes it did: where the old knowledge of birds, animals and land, the indigenous Dreamtime, powerful and evocative, can be felt, the song lines understood. These are the lands I now must visit, my new horizons are the most ancient of all.
Ancient formations.
Our Australian bush, gum trees, Gariwerd
Rocks smoother by creeks, the Grampians/Gariwerd
reeds in lake, Dunkeld
View of the Grampians from Dunkled
old waterways and creeks, Grampians
Ancient pool, Gariwerd
Rock formations, the Grampians, Victoria.
Soar like an eagle. Looking for Bunjil
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