The sunset around Menindee Lakes is spectacular, without doubt. I've been there three times and it's blown me away every time. Even with nothing in the sky, the dead trees in the still water can still form an incredible visage. With a sky exploding with colour acting as a backdrop it's even better. I love walking the streets of a world city, but the Australian bush has a magic I can't beat. Maybe there's a place out there to match it but I haven't found it yet. I feel like I buried a little piece of my soul on the banks of the lake. Every once in a while I get a chance to go back and see if it's blossoming.
I'd caught the incredible sight of a rainbow sky after the sun had gone down the night before. I wondered how the lake would dress itself the next morning. The sunrise was pretty bland. Not much colour in the sky, just a hint of pink across a barren sky, not a cloud to be seen. So I did what I was taught to do when I first got interested in taking photos. I played! I walked along the waters edge looking for good reflections, flat water, weird twisted timber and scanned the sky for wedgetailed eagles. I tried different settings, camera heights and angles. Some worked, some didn't. It was all part of being connected to the place; feeling it and letting it take me on a journey. Never in my life, did I think a lake would make me feel that way.
I thought about this place & wondered why I pretty much had it all to myself. As I scanned the banks, I saw a few campers, caravans and tents mixed together. But there was no life yet emerging from them. The night before was the same. For a moment I wondered if the magic that had bewitched me was somehow not really magic. If it truly as amazing as I thought was why was it just me along the banks?
As I worked away for an hour, I stopped wondering. Menindee Lakes are stunning. There can be no question about that. I'd share it with others in a heartbeat. But it's pretty awesome when I get to have it all to myself