Robert's Ramblings

It's hot. The run off from the swampy on the roof fills a bucket under the the eave of the house. Every drop captured. Every drop precious.

It's nearly full. Time to water but not every plant can handle this almost brackish Adelaide water.

Under the verandah with a glass of cold water in hand I watch each drop fall. I watch the shape, transient, fluid, rise, splash and slump.

Like a stranger in a strange land I see the shape of water.

It's hot. The run off from the swampy on the roof fills a bucket under the the eave of the house. Every drop captured. Every drop precious.

It's nearly full. Time to water but not every plant can handle this almost brackish Adelaide water.

Under the verandah with a glass of cold water in hand I watch each drop fall. I watch the shape, transient, fluid, rise, splash and slump.

Like a stranger in a strange land I see the shape of water.

Lake Lockie and its big brother, Lake Hattah, in the Hattah-Kulkyne National Park of northern Victoria is little natural wonder I have only just discovered.

As the Murray River winds it's way through the arid mallee scrub of this region it spills out onto wetlands that cycle from wet to completely dry.

For much of the year there is little water here and even though just as beautiful when dry I can't help but prefer just a little water in this land locked place.