Walking across the ice towards the middle of the top of a huge frozen lake I paused and looked around, suddenly aware of exactly where I was standing. A quick look at where that little blue dot was on Google Maps - me - showed I really was miles from the middle…

Driving through the granite hills and ravines of the Texas Hill Country she could easily imagine cowboys of the Wild West era galloping through the deep ravines, riding hard to get through before any potential ambushes could start a gun fight. It was the perfect space for ambushes to be conducted at random depending on who the prey might be.

It was beyond anything I could have imagined. I did not expect that! I was overwhelmed by the whole thing…I felt so tiny, like a blip. Here one minute and gone the next, yet connected to everyone and everything, space, the universe, everything living and everything not. The earth, the sea, the air.

The Exmouth Gulf is a stunning landscape, full of deep reds, brilliant greens, and the widest open skies, setting a perfect stage to watch rain bands drift over the land, spilling their precious bounty across the parched landscape.