Project - Ephemeral Waters
I have an enduring fascination with the ephemeral waterways of inland Australia. The billabongs, often the last water as a dry period encroaches, are a refuge for wildlife, stock, swag camps and story telling. At dusk time down the billabong the corellas screech and scream, the campfire is stirred back to life and a time of reflection descends.
"At this place where changes are fast and dramatic, slow and ephemeral, the past is exposed and the moon has push and pull. Where life emerges and is washed up spent and hollow. Where minerals wash and accumulate, transform, trap and capture times past.
Where footprints of eons are fossilised in mud and the loner on the shore can watch their marks blow and wash away.
The billabong’s and beaches where modern man is caught dreaming, is made tiny by the enormity of nature, where deeds can topple into the flood and foam, where children learn to explore and roam."
Steve Baird Travel Journal #9 2016
Where footprints of eons are fossilised in mud and the loner on the shore can watch their marks blow and wash away.
The billabong’s and beaches where modern man is caught dreaming, is made tiny by the enormity of nature, where deeds can topple into the flood and foam, where children learn to explore and roam."
Steve Baird Travel Journal #9 2016