CARROLL, PETER

CARROLL, PETER

I am lucky to live in an incredible place of deserts and ancient culture. Rugged country, at times harsh and unforgiving, but this facade crumbles every now and again to reveal the true delicacy of life in Desert Country…

CARROLL, PETER

CARROLL, PETER

The universe speaks but we must first learn the language.

CARROLL, PETER

CARROLL, PETER

I woke to heavy rain. Nothing particularly unusual about that apart from being in the desert, and it had been a 20-year dream to see Uluru with water pouring down her flanks. Arriving at Mutitjulu Waterhole carpark, I could see the water spider-webbing down and across the deep red rock. I stood in water shin deep beside the track, in awe of the magic I was witnessing… Birds were performing their morning chorus as usual but this time they were backed by a rhythm section of thousands of frogs. As I moved closer the ‘SHHHHHHHHHHSHHHHHH’ sound from the waterfalls and waterslides flowing over the rock chimed in, creating an orchestra and scene to touch anyone.

CARROLL, PETER