Solitary Rock

Solitary rock on a stormy day in Namadgi National Park

I walk through the field towards a solitary rock. The sheep regard me with contempt. I suspect that the rock marks an important site. There’s nothing to indicate that this is so, except for a feeling within me. I stand toe to toe with the modest monolith. The feeling intensifies. I KNOW that this rock … Continue reading Solitary Rock

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plains and hills and rainbow after a storm in the Brindabellas

Franklin Xavier-Moore pulls out his rip-stop nylon compression sack and unbuckles the polyethylene clips. He tugs and out pop the carbon fibre tent poles and 5000mm polyurethane coated inner-tent. The polyester tent fly is stuck in the stuff sack with the titanium pegs and Kevlar guy wires. A shake of the stuff sack liberates them … Continue reading Top of the Line