I've been to Lake Pamamaroo three times. Once in 2014 when it was absolutely magical but I wasn't sure what I was doing. The sky exploded in a brilliant burnt orange but my skill set with a camera was limited. I look back and think I could have got a lot more had I know what I was doing.
The second time was between Christmas and New Year the same year. I was better prepared but the lake was virtually empty, the sky the same. It was dusty and bleak and I literally got nothing. Granted it was more comfortable as I had a four wheel-drive at the time but that was it. I was going through some tough times and the lack of magic on that visit kept me in the downward spiral. Eventually I pulled out of the dive and I vowed when the conditions were right I would go back.
I used to jokingly say I buried a little piece of my soul on the banks of the lake so I need to go visit every once in a while. Well once in a while came up and Im still on a high from the journey. I'm still digging through the photos and finding new little takes on the images.
I think I like going through these photos because it reminds me of my journey. Good and bad, always learning, always willing to try. To many it's just a big still body of water full of lifeless trees. To me it's the pilgrimage I have to take to feel whole. That little piece of my remains buried on the banks to make sure I return.