Friday, October 27, 2006

Into the Desert: Space

Before we commenced this journey, there were odds being laid amongst friends about how long it would take Ev to call it quits and return home. The idea of a family of five compressed into a sedan when travelling and a van when not seemed anathema to her personality. And with barely four square metres of available floor space inside the van, one had good reason to be concerned. How would we all (not just Ev!) cope with such confinement? Would it be like “six months in a leaky boat, trying hard to stay afloat”?
Without wanting to understate the adjustment and occasional frustration with living in such close proximity to one another, the real answer came within days of returning home, with the comments about how hard it was to live in such confined spaces. Yes, that's right – AFTER we were home, and inside a larger house (well, at least larger than the van!)
Mornings were often greeted in the van with a view to the horizon from one's bed, and the day farewelled in the same way. Life was lived outside for the most part, where the views were much more extensive than those available from our front door or out a bedroom window (and that's saying something – we have pretty good views of the city from our front door). In parts of the journey, particularly in the desert regions, the views were panoramic, stretching out before us in all its colour and grandeur, its arid expanse and variegated rock formations able to be drunk in at leisure.
Space is not only a function of distance, but of time also. There have been times sitting on the beach at home when I have felt an invisible hand in my back pushing me on to other things, the world closing in around me, strangling the sense of freedom. But in the desert, time and pressure dissipate in the vast expanses. Indeed, in some places, even travelling at 100 km/h, the desert passes slowly, encouraging you, daring you, provoking you into connection with it. In the cities, one is faced with a constantly changing backdrop, such that one learns to switch off to the signs, the cars, and many of the sounds which swirl about us. The space closes in and moves by with speed. But in the desert, space steps back from you, its diffidence and constancy part of its allure, a quiet invitation to be free, to be enveloped in its vast expanses, and to be part of its grandeur. Over time, one finds oneself more in tune with its rhythms, liberated by its lack of limitation and its enduring presence.
Occasionally the desert called you very close, whether it be to give examination to its rare flowers or insect life, to give attention to a strange sound, or light. But it always stepped back, giving you room to move and explore, waiting for the right time to draw you close once more. Its enduring patience and presence part of its charm, almost a breathing, as-it-were.
Those who have never been to the Territory cannot appreciate what is meant by one who says “its colours get into your soul.” They certainly get into your socks, your clothes, and your car! But these echo the stains it makes upon your psyche, and the relaxant it injects into your heart. The desert landscape remains largely as it was centuries ago, even longer, reminding us that beauty sometimes comes from stillness, from slow shifts in concert with the elements, which are embraced. City life often involves closing out the elements: their sense of chaos, their unpredictability and volatility much better managed when kept at a distance. But these elements shape the desert charm, and those who dwell within it. Activities are often deferred or adjusted when the elements turn as their continuance invokes greater risks. High winds are not deflected by buildings, held back by walls, or excluded by windows. Their strength felt in the rocking of the van, or directly against clothing. Engaging with the desert means facing wind, rain, and heat and learning what is healthy and possible in concert with them, unconditioned by heaters, coolers and tiled roofs.
In time you learn to read the landscape, welcome its shifts through the day, heed the warnings it invariably gives. This sensitivity highlighted as we left Yuendumu, when Cobra warned us of a “bad wind... hot, cold, hot, cold... coming from the wrong direction.” We sat beside a warm campfire in the balmy evening, watching the patchy cloud dancing across the sky, playing hide-and-seek with the full moon, the warm winds from the North-West blowing gently. Within a matter of hours the sky was blackened, the thunder and lightning looming in the distance, finally opening with heavy rain some 14 hours after Cobra's prescient observation. Here was a man who knew the land and its ways, who had embraced the desert space and his place within it, identifying its foibles and patterns, seeing something which we had not.
In the vast desert expanses there is an intimacy with the landscape available to those who learn its character, and embrace its pace.

Friday, October 20, 2006

Into the Desert: Darkness

“Night-time heightens, sharpens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination

Silently the senses abandon their defences…”
Andrew Lloyd-Webber, Phantom of the Opera

Living as we do on the fringe of Melbourne’s CBD, darkness is a foreign experience to us. Street lights ensure that it is possible to play sport in the park next door with minimal risk (save perhaps the experience of facing Brett Lee with a new ball at 3 am!) regardless of the time of day or night. The absence of darkness fosters a continual activity, whether it be in animal life or the multitude of vehicles which travel King Street. The night sky always bears the dull glow characteristic of city light pollution, keeping the number of stars visible to a minimum, invariably high in the sky. As a consequence it is not often that one’s gaze is averted to the night sky.

As with the experience of silence, the wonder of darkness was first experienced in the Flinders Ranges. It was fascinating to watch our children seeing a panoply of stars in the night sky – it was filled from horizon to horizon! The breadth and depth of the night sky in the absence of ambient light reveals a glory hidden from city eyes. We enjoyed watching and identifying the different constellations, and even some planets.

Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour
Grasp it, sense it,
Tremulous and tender…”
Andrew Lloyd-Webber, Phantom of the Opera

Yet this initial experience was but an introduction. As we moved up the Stuart Highway towards Coober Pedy, we were rewarded with a glorious sunset over the desert. To the east, however, we enjoyed an entirely different experience – watching the night sky rise! While the last rays of sunlight dissipated as the sun dipped further below the Western horizon, the deep blue-black of the night sky gently rose in the East, the shadow of the earth evident in the sky. We would grow in wonder as this experience was repeated on many occasions, with the darkness slowly enveloping the land. We were able to capture this on camera at Uluru, the night-lines visibly moving further up the rock. The further the darkness rose, the more stars became visible, the night sky slowly unfurling its splendour.




…silently the senses abandon their defenses
Andrew Lloyd-Webber, Phantom of the Opera

Yet this wonder was not all the darkness would reveal to us. As we became more comfortable with the darkness, enjoying its stillness and our own, we would become aware of the satellites circling the earth, their dull light moving at speed across the sky. To see satellites requires a commitment to stillness, and to allowing one’s eyes to adjust to the darkness. It was only when we embraced the darkness that its full glory would be revealed to us – our eyes discerning the stars and objects in the sky with a candescence less penetrating. The presence of any light prevented us from seeing these lesser objects, as they would easily succumb to the opposition.

At Mataranka I sat outside for some time, allowing my eyes to adjust to the night sky in an effort to appreciate its full beauty and glory. And as my eyes adjusted, my ears became increasingly sensitive to the sounds around me: the small noises of insects, the distant calls of birds, the soft shuffle of the leaves in the nearby trees in response to the wind, the movement and sounds of animals nearby. Starting as an observer, I slowly embraced myself as part of this creation and its soft symphony, increasingly aware of my own contribution to it, realising I was actually a participant. Every movement created a sound! The scraping of my arm against the chair gradually revealed a volume which became increasingly disturbing. What bird or animal was listening to my own echoes?

And yet I was still not seeing fully.

On our last night at Mataranka I took the binoculars with me. O, what a wonderful array of stars was revealed through even this small magnification! What hidden beauty exposed when my sight was both more focussed and assisted! The number of stars - already in what seemed a full sky – multiplied! My exclamation at the sight brought the rest of the family outside, wondering what had captured my attention. To see more deeply into the world, the universe, only came as I was prepared to embrace its darkness, its stillness, and my own limitations.

I recall being afraid of the dark as a child – its eerie sounds and ability to hide bred an imagination of horrors, and an aversion to darkness. I would turn on lights, play music, watch TV – anything to hide the horrors of darkness from me. As an adult, I no longer regard them as horrible, but still have not learned to recognise the darkness as a repository of riches. The habits of avoidance evolved into comforts in their own right, the darkness still alien; viewed as emptiness at best. The desert has introduced me to its riches in a new way…

And invited me to reconsider the darkness of my own being. Is it possible that these places are a rich source of life which I have ignored?

Sunday, October 08, 2006

Reminiscing

A friend drew may attention to the Cable Beach Web Cam, which had me drooling for warmer climes again. The temperature in Melbourne today is a chilly 15, with strong cold winds. Seeing the beach and the temperature at 30 brought back some warm memories!

Thursday, October 05, 2006

Into the desert: Silence

For centuries men and women have made the journey into the desert as part of an intentional spiritual quest – a quest for God. Australians have long held the dream of the quest into the outback, almost as part of one’s Australian obligation. It has long held mythical status in the Australian psyche. Having returned from 14 weeks of travelling through some of the most remote parts of this vast continent, there have been perspectives and impressions which have been carried and shaped through that time.
The first experience of the outback is one that has lasted and is perhaps its deepest – the silence. From the time we first stopped for lunch at Burra in the Flinders Ranges, and settled down to bed at night at Rawnsley Park, the sounds of silence have reverberated through my mind. It assails one’s senses. I can readily recall the first sounds echoing through my ears as we spent those first moments in bed before sleeping. I listened to a dull, rhythmic thudding… which turned out to be my own pulse – the blood rushing through my veins. It took some time for this pulsating to dissipate to the point where the silence itself took on a new shape, where I could feel comfortable with its emptiness and hear its unique sounds above those of my own heartbeat.
This inner noise was not evident in the city, and was demonstrated in the initial volume of our voices, which suddenly seemed to boom through the vacant spaces. In a caravan park this meant that conversations which would normally be contained within the family confines would easily be heard from much further distances. The city noise not only deafened me to my own sounds, but encouraged a more vociferous expression, one which sounded strangely aggressive in the vast expanses.
What does this do for my own spirituality? How can I connect with another when I am having trouble connecting with my own self? How can I hear the promptings of the Spirit when the normal sounds of the creation are drowned out by my own activity? Elijah spoke of God’s voice as “the sound of a thin silence”… I have been awakened to a new form of deafness, where certain sounds are overshadowed by others. Where the voice of God in the midst of all this?
I also wonder at the other sounds that are extinguished: words of encouragement which would keep me striving… cries of pain and anguish from others… calls for help… words of guidance and direction. This deafness is not selective… or is it?
As we have returned to the city, I have been conscious of my own noise – and of the things which drown out other sounds. A commitment to intentional stillness – one which minimises my own contribution in order to connect with others – has been incorporated into my daily practice. It is not so much an emptying as a commitment to stillness, a place in which I am aware of my own imprint and alert to those which may have been in the shadow of my own.

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

A little perspective

Over the course of our journey, we travelled over 21000 km, which is the equivalent of driving to London (or New York) and nearly half way back. Nearly 16000 km were undertaken with the van in tow, which is the distance from Melbourne to London! During that time we consumed over 2850 litres of fuel (or at least the car did - let's not start any unhelpful rumours here!), with the maximum price paid being $1.79 per litre (at Kings Canyon). Unfortunately, I am not able to tell you the impact on the width of my derriere, having sat for so long - I haven't counted the hours sitting in the car which made all this possible!
The maximum temperature experienced was at Kalbarri (37 C) and the minimum was at Rawnsley Park in the Flinders Ranges (-3 C). The lowest daily maximum temperature was in Perth (15 C), and the highest minimum was in Darwin (22 C). We experienced no rain between leaving Alice Springs and arriving in Dongara.
The longest stretch of straight road appeared on the Nullarbor, where one travels for 145 km without turning the steering wheel.

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Some More Photos

To show more of the camera's (Fuji Finepix S5600) work, but also because the Litchfield National Park (NT) is a beautiful place.







Monday, October 02, 2006

Taking photos

Sunset at Carnarvon

One of the changes that was forced upon us for our trip was a replacement digital camera. A small accident had seen our Nikon Coolpix 2000 bite the dust... well, it still takes pictures, but the viewing screen was not functioning, so you had no idea of what you had taken. It was a little like turning back to the dark ages when you'd have to wait for the photos to be transferred onto the computer to see if you had the shot you were hoping for. In any case, it was a 2 megapixel camera with 3X optical zoom, which was not going to be strong enough for what we were wanting to do.

Kalbarri, where the Murchison River meets the Indian Ocean

After some investigation, we settled on a Fuji Finepix S5600, which more than met our needs. It offers up to 5 megapixels and 10X optical zoom, which gave opportunity for even the most distant images to be drawn close. Taken at maximum quality, cropping adds to the zoom effect. We invested in a 1GB card (in XD format - one drawback, there are not many cameras which use other than SD cards), which meant at maximum quality there was a reserve of over 400 photos. The only other burning question was battery power. This camera uses AA batteries, and we invested in Energiser rechargables, offering 2500 mA/h of power. This solution was more than adequate. Despite taking about over 500 photos a week, we were able to use the camera without changing or recharging the batteries for up to a month at a time. More than ample! Start-up time on the camera, and flash usage was also very quick.

The camera proved versatile enough for most situations, from the brightest outside shots to the darkness of the caves at Margaret River. There are only two drawbacks which emerged:
1. The camera offers no "bulb" option, which allows one to use timed exposures. On the manual setting, an exposure of up to 15 seconds was possible, but for shots of the night sky this was not long enough.
2. The camera had difficulty focussing on maximum zoom in low light. This was evident when taking some sunset shots, seeking to zoom in to frame the setting sun against the horizon. The manual focus is cumbersome, but could be used in an emergency. This focal challenge was also evident when using the macro feature for plant shots.
Apart from these two issues, we are more than happy with the camera for the trip. It is reasonably priced, often available (with the basic memory card) for about $350 if you shop around. PC User magazine rated it as their best buy in a recent issue.

Streaky Bay

The camera also offered movie options up to 640x320 resolution at 30fps, which provides quality enough for DVD production. Zoom is disabled during filming - a minor setback, but an inconvenience nonetheless. Given that our analog movie camera didn't work (another story), it was helpful to rely on this aspect, and meant that the movies were already in digital format.

If you are looking for a handy digital camera at a reasonable price, I suggest you have a look at the Finepix S5600.