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If you haven't seen how red soil can be, I suggest you come on down, we could do a photo thing. Or if you are here or visiting already, go out to Hillston, or to Lake Mungo or to the Willandra Lakes system, all are in western New South Wales, and the red is a serious red. Or just Google, 'red dirt' from any of the locations above.
Warren.
Last edited by Wild Wassa; 07-20-2008 at 12:42 AM.
Another image to shatter the preconception of the idyllic late road home.
Late Road Home, Pre Cast Burial Crypts.
Photographed in the Free Serbian graveyard on Wallaroo Road last evening and dedicated to Radovan Karadzic. You can have the 1st crypt on the left Radovan, it has your name on it already and there is one for Radko Mladic just behind it.
An impression of a late road home.
Late Road Home, Impression from the Red Dirt of McCartny's Road.
Photography is amazing how the finished picture can be shared when the shot is only hours old, yet the lens will remain focussed at infinity and be very slow to change.
Warren.
Last edited by Wild Wassa; 07-21-2008 at 06:28 PM.
Many of the plants found here, have their new growth starting off being red, or go red when it is really cold, like the Snow Gums when the wind blown ice crystals blast them or are called after the colour red, like the Red Gum, or have red flowers. The Callistemons, Erineas and Kunzeas in this region are red. My driveway is made from the red decomposed granite. I call this place after the Red Planet ... Mars.
In summer when the temps here pass 40C for days and nights on end ... red it is.
Warren.
Last edited by Wild Wassa; 07-21-2008 at 06:29 PM.
Late Road Home, Watching Others Travel a Late Road Home.
Late winter is always smokey here. The property owners and Rural Fire Fighters have started doing cold temperature burns to reduce the build up of fuel before the fire season starts. From now on there will be a lot of smoke in the air. We are approaching a beautiful time of year here and great for atmospheric photography.
Which way are you headed? ... on the Late Road Home.
Navigators can tell from the shadows, which way is east and which west, on the Late Road Home ... even Blind Freddy can feel the temperature and pressure differences caused by the prevailing wind and geographical disturbances.
My friend Rueben is very wise. He is only young. He just turned 18 two days ago. Despite his youth, he is one of the Great Navigators, ... he is, one of the best.
Rueben once wrote, "Head East on the Late Road Home, it will lead to the rest of your life. Follow the track West and you will walk to Tunisia." Too true Rueben, but I won't say you told me so. Sorry to take so long to walk back Skippers ... to post another shot.
The Late Road Home, Geographically Confused on the Long Plane Track.
Warren.
ps, The old Wool Road from the High Plains grazing lands heading to Twofold Bay. The stones on the track are Aboriginal artefacts. Thumbnail scrapers, hammer and anvil stones, stone cores for flaking stone points and blades and much debitage scattered ... the waste flakes are all around..
Last edited by Wild Wassa; 08-03-2008 at 09:14 PM.
This used to be a fantastic road until the authorities went and fixed it, to make it suitable for Wally World travellers ... just an image that is only a shadow of the real road.
Warren.
PS, After spending many hours doing this image, I saved it to PNG, and I couldn't believe the size of the file for an 804x600 pixel image, so I converted the file to a sad JPEG and the life went out of the image. The evening glow of the sunset in the water gives the water a metalic look on the PNG and going through Shutterbucket with a JPEG finally killer off the last of the quality.
The original shot.
Last edited by Wild Wassa; 08-11-2008 at 06:48 PM.
I took the Back Track yesterday to see how many Roos survived the Roo cull that has been held here in the Territory.
This mob missed the bus, and can thank their lucky stars that they did ... 400 Eastern Grey Kangaroos were rounded up and executed by the Territory Government in my neighbourhood, over a couple of weeks with 900 overall executed here in the Capital. They have been executed because the lying politicians claimed that they were only going to starve because of the drought and it was kinder to kill them than have them suffer.
It has rained several times since they were rounded up and given the green dream and sections of their grazing land given new suburb names and being readied for developers. The Government couldn't even wait a week after the last Kangeroo was killed before they blatantly announced new proposed suburbs.
My late roads home, have taken on a whole new look in the last 6 weeks with graders and ditch diggers and surveyers with their tripods. I'll just have to find new late roads home now.
Warren.
ps, The crappy point and shoot S70 camera that took the above shot and the other soft shots on this thread, has now been given the photographic version of the green dream, ... but that is good riddance.
Last edited by Wild Wassa; 08-14-2008 at 07:58 PM.
I did a dash across the Hay Plain with one of the Skippers I sometimes crew for. I read that the curvature of the earth can only be seen from outer space ... who ever wrote that, obviously hasn't crossed the Hay Plain.
I love that last shot Warren. Looks really moody and indeed, the gates to Hell.
Your photo's remind me of my childhood, growing up in Southern NSW, with the burn-offs, the kangaroo's, the Australian bush in general. Nothing quite as spectacular in my slightly biased opinion
danic
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Now you have seen the gates to Hell ... what do you think of what was going to be someone's stairway to Heaven?
'Late Road Home, "Honey I'm Home." ... at last, but several decades too late it appears. I've taken too many late roads home. Being not prepared to wait any longer, she left, sadly.
The steps to the church at Old Adaminaby once under the man made lake of Lake Eucumbyne are now exposed. HDR from a single JPEG exposure with a high blue saturation, and what a fish would have seen on their late road home.
The water level is so low at the moment at Lake Eucumbeyne that the old township is again out the sun. Before the water level dropped, boats were launched at what was the middle of the old flooded main street. They are now launched right down at the bottom of the street more than 140 feet below. The lake took 35 years to fill, and the last 8 years of extreme drought to empty.
The water level is so low, it is down 140+ feet from the high water mark, you can almost drive across the lake, staying on the old flooded highway.
This is the most surrealistic place in my neck of the woods, that I'm aware of. Now looking at the old main street just disappearing into the turbid water, with old car bodies and truck chassis and with parts of buildings, columns of brickwork showing, and still the way they were left but now rusty, is very creepy.
The next late road home will have a change of concept, thanks to a web poster. Thanks to his encouragement and writting about an assignment one of his college lecturers gave him recently , which was simply called "A-B." How often have we though about a journey from A to B and called it that?.... that is a cool concept to try to portray.
Warren.
Last edited by Wild Wassa; 09-22-2008 at 11:22 AM.
You know that saying ... "The grass is greener on the other side of the hill?"
Well guess what? ... it actually is thanks to superphosphate.
'Late Road Home Where the Grass is Greener.' The road is on the other side of the paddock below Bolaro Hill which was burnt after a fast moving grass fire. Driving home from down at the Victorian coast I could hardly see the road because I was so tired. So thought that other photographers, might like to hardly see the road as well, to get with the programme.
'On The Late Road Home, Stopping to Admire Another Smokey View'. Looking across the Clyde towards the Budawang Wilderness through which I drove towards home. Arriving home late again of course. There will be many smokey views in my neck-of-the-woods now that the fire season has started.
'Late Road Home, 6k's from Home'. Just up the hill and along the back track. Gininderra Creek, late afternoon and after rain. One doesn't want to rush home when it is raining because it doesn't often rain here. Those little brown lunps in the middle ground are grazing Kangaroos.
Warren.
Last edited by Wild Wassa; 10-07-2008 at 02:29 PM.