A creek in the deep forest gently tunes out the noisy chatter broadcasting from my stream of consciousness. It’s not easy to travel across this bush. I stop and consider my options as I take in the surroundings. Presence.
My gaze follows the tributary that is forming irregular pools across the landscape. The soil beneath my feet is accommodating and porous. The sucking noise tells me to back off, I fear the bog will consume my Australian footwear. That would be uncomfortable and awkward, there are many more miles to go.
This is the beginning: Gathering raw material for future hand-embroidered landscape tapestries.