Texture on Thursday — light and water

The last of Summer. Photos of light on water.

(Photo copyright: Anne Lawson)
(Photo copyright: Anne Lawson)
(Photo copyright: Anne Lawson)
(Photo copyright: Anne Lawson)
(Photo copyright: Anne Lawson)
(Photo copyright: Anne Lawson)
(Photo copyright: Anne Lawson)
(Photo copyright: Anne Lawson)
Somers Beach (Photo copyright: Anne Lawson)
Somers Beach (Photo copyright: Anne Lawson)
Somers Beach (Photo copyright: Anne Lawson)
Somers Beach (Photo copyright: Anne Lawson)
Somers Beach (Photo copyright: Anne Lawson)
Somers Beach (Photo copyright: Anne Lawson)
Somers Beach (Photo copyright: Anne Lawson)
Somers Beach (Photo copyright: Anne Lawson)
Heading home, Somers Beach (Photo copyright: Anne Lawson)
Heading home, Somers Beach (Photo copyright: Anne Lawson)

East to Menindee

I want to leave the Flinders Ranges now and head almost due east for about 500 km, to Menindee. It is a small town, about an hour south-east of Broken Hill, on the Darling River and right on the edge of the Menindee Lakes system and Kinchega National Park. It is big sky country — it is so flat that the sky arches from horizon to horizon. And it is red dirt country, semi-arid. So, why there?

Well, it is fascinating. The lakes and the river attract birds from far away. The habitats away from the water are full of secret treasures — plants, insects, reptiles. (Fortunately I didn’t see any snakes, but I know they are there.) Secret because driving past in the car it all looks like boring saltbush. But stop and investigate and a world opens up.

Once you start to explore you can see the diversity, and begin to appreciate how plants can survive in such harsh environments.

But also because it is an area that features in the Burke and Wills story. For Australians those names are legendary. For others I will explain in the next few posts who they were and why their story sent me and other botanical artists to Menindee. For now, enjoy some of the beauty of Copi Hollow, and the caravan park where we stayed.

We saw this view of the lake, Copi Hollow, every time we went outside the caravan.
Looking back to the caravan park, evening light
The beautiful evening light