This red and arid land, a land of the first people. A place that possesses so much contrast, so energy much, so much life and yet so much mystic.

So far from everything and everywhere, from all that encroaches this world. Everything here possesses life, the vegetation that move from resting place to resting place, the old wattle trees that have seen and experienced more than the men who walk this land or the eye has seen, and the ripples of water that show themselves in the clear turquoise waters of the running inland waterways. The richness in the Earth’s pindan soil , erupting in a field of vegetation and foliage. Even above, the lonesome full moon, gazes down on all children of this majestic land.

Veins of the Kimberley

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