Photo Essay | Quairading
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
melissadrummond 
I really enjoyed this Melissa I lave the way you see your subjects and present them
Thanks for stopping by and having a look, Robyn – I appreciate the kind words x