What is it that draws me back to this place? It’s a question I wrestle with time and again, as I am now, camped next to the Pentecost River in the East Kimberley at the end of my 6-week trip.
The Kimberley, of course, is different things to different people. For some it’s a holiday and a place to escape cooler climates down south. For others it’s a pilgrimage of sorts – a tradition – like the father and son on their way to Kalumburu for their bi-annual fishing trip. For others, like Ken Duncan’s photography tour group, it’s a great photography workshop of sorts. And of course, for a lot of people, it is home.
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Sometimes beauty is in the details.
As photographers it’s very easy to run ourselves ragged hunting for the big shot – the hero shot. But sometimes there’s something much more beautiful right under our nose. Like the reflections of late afternoon light on burnt Kimberley sandstone. Blue and orange and black.
It’s not the photo most people would walk away with from Bell Gorge but it’s these little details that keep me captivated and keep me falling in love with the place time and time again.
Don’t forget to open your eyes and slow down long enough to lose yourself in the details.