melissadrummond

Around the rock,
down to the creek.

Quairading lies in the central Wheatbelt of Western Australia, not quite two hours from Perth, and around a five-hour drive from our home in Kalgoorlie. It’s a sheep and grain town, dotted with granite outcrops and dry, saline wastelands in the Summer that can give way to unending fields of wheat, barley and lupins separated by bright yellow paddocks full of Canola, as long as the rain falls at the right time. When it doesn’t the paddocks are dry and empty, except for the invasion of paddymelons.

‘Roo skull

Storm clouds

Along the ridge

Lichen

Sheoak

Deadwood

Deadwood

28 feather

Tinder-dry

Tinder-dry

Not for moving humans

Mandible

Tiny Treasures

Paddymelons invade a dry paddock

Plast färskvatten kräftor

The hip bone’s connected to nothing much

The Bone Collector

Butterfly Love

Pocket full of rye (and a plastic freshwater crayfish from Sweden)

Boys and (make-do) guns