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When you die the people who love you, acquaintances, old high school friends, and your enemies will storm your Social Media. I know this because two years ago my sister stood from her jigsaw puzzle, walked

She rises in the distance, still in the desert heat. Not a hint of sweat as the sun begins its morning beat. She is home here, nestled in the crevices of earth below. The curves of her profile back lit

If something happens once in a lifetime and you don’t see it did it happen? This is the question I ask as the freeway winds whip at my hair while I watch clouds gather in my rear view mirror. Concern building

Responsibility holds me in its tentacles. I want to chase the clear waters, the open road. I want morning light filtered through canvas rousing me to life. Dusk calling me to slumber instead of fluorescent

Uluru's changing colours reflecting the sunset light. A kaleidoscope of magic that pulls down the desert sky. I stood here night after night mesmerised by this sacred stone. The beating heart of Australia.

The sun beats down as the car sways through coastal curves. I've hit the road with my camping buddy Chantel for an ingeniously timed mid-week getaway. Our hands hang out each window moving in a synchronized

Each night I plant my feet in the red sand dunes of this lookout. I feel the rhythm of the centre of Australia rise through my chest as I wait. Ready to watch waves of colour roll across this sky. The

Not much has changed in Cobar since settlement. The main street is an avenue of colonial architecture, wide enough to land a small plane. Empty except for the occasional dusty ute. Locals smile and nod

The maps lay whisper still as I scan them by torchlight. An occasional dingo howl breaks the silence. Danger stalking the periphery. It is time to move, but where? Both directions a deadly highway. North

The people began the business of sorrow weeks ago. The beasts, at least twice as high as them, keep their distance. Sounds of the women's wails echo across the lake. The furry animals would be

> My favourite thing about Ellery Creek Big Hole is the lackadaisical name, only Australians would reduce over 300 million years of geological activity to the phrase 'big hole'. You can't fault it for

Around campsites and caravan parks in Coober Pedy the leading question among travellers is: "Where are you heading?". The unspoken understanding is that nobody could possibly have come all this way with

Despite the fact that I've packed up my life, planned a trip to the Aussie Outback, and hit the road -- I am fundamentally quite lazy. I had originally planned to camp my way from Sydney to Uluru and this

Writing my first Steemit Post on the banks of Pamamaroo Lake With enough lived years most of us come to an event that flips our trajectory at least 180 degrees, often providing a few 360 degree loops in