Nature's Place

My first encounter after entering the local bush site, a new place to me. She stood still a while before hopping off into the green.

The dam is old and mature, lots of life in and around it. Pity it’s ‘owned’ by possessive people who didn’t like me being there.

But the butcherbird don’t care, he comes and goes at will, by no man’s leave – except to avoid the worst of them.

Deeper into the bush, down by a seasonal and therefore dangerous creek, the remains of an old bush basher – its steering wheel by the old rusted out door with the window winding mechanism still more or less intact.

A spring the car once bounced along on, almost disintegrated now. Still, a few more years in it yet.

And the earth opens up to the old man made things, to return them back whence they came. What a wordl we leave behind, will one day make again.

Boat is listing, got some water in it from disuse in the rain. The structure behind seems in disarray – but you never know what’s next for the place or people who frequent it.

An old bag has been hanging there for so long. Inaccessible, so we’ll never know what was or is in it. Not knowing … is fine too.

Digging for bait I reckon. Doesn’t mind the dirt. Yeah, not my thing at all – no need to fish I suppose.

Somewhere else, flowers growing in the dark of the forest in a creek bed that the rains have cut in the hilly ground. Time to go …