On becoming lost
Something that is vital to my existence, and it’s often very misunderstood, is being...
On a trip to Coober Pedy something happened that changed my direction literally overnight. I’d gone north with the ultra talented Nat Rogers and Denis Smith to create a documentary. At this point in my life I was constantly running. Never alone with my own thoughts and afraid to look at the darkness inside.
After we’d finished a long day in the sun we all headed to Kanku Breakaways to watch the sun go down. As Nat painted a tree with her phone torch and Denis created a set of amazing time lapse sets, I put my camera bag down, utilizing it as a pillow, and looked up at the stars.
In that moment something transferred itself into me. I can’t really explain it but in that moment I became still, calm and content to just do nothing but but be present.
On returning to Adelaide I packed up my house, loaded the car and headed back north. The treadmill that had kept me exhausted and without a moment to breath no longer held it’s power and the dusty tracks of the desert called.
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