Every wanderer needs a waterhole, an oasis, occasionally. It has been a tumultuous year for this wanderer, exciting and very trying. My plan after Papua New Guinea was always just ‘get to Broome’. Papua New Guinea was the most incredible of highs, leaving me extremely happy and exhausted. As I arrived in PNG with 6-7 months of exhaustion saved up I need a waterhole and Broome is my choice.
Broome has now been my home two and a half weeks. I believe it to be my sixth visit. I just love it here. It feels like a home where I can just be, feel comfortable, just be. This waterhole is presently sunny, 33-35 degrees and surprisingly not very humid yet. There are very few visitors so it seems the waterhole is almost just for me presently. I have my own room, something I now appreciate much and I have unpacked my bags for the first time since January. My waterhole, my island and apparently this blog is my Wilson.
My mate Nigel Gaunt (visit Nigel’s new blog!) and I have been out shooting and captured the first two storms of the season. The second occurred at Walmandan, James Price Point, sending us into a shooting frenzy, big smiles. James Price Point literally went from clear day to storm and back in under an hour, a great experience. I captured much video of the many moods of Walmandan, a new blog post on the current gas hub situation with a new video is planned. For now, here are two quick previews:
I am blessed with a plethora of options for my next destinations. Overwhelmed and unable to decide I am doing what I deep down most want to do. Stay. Just stay for a while. I do want get out there again soon and continue my storytelling travel images and capture more people and ethno-photography portraits. That is what really drives me now.
My friends down south, and in the world, I shall see you all soon. When I am ready.