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Meredith Range, 2017

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Dusk, Lake Corangamite, 2018 

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"Apart from three shrieking cockatoos flying northward, there was silence. I cut across a dirty field and headed down to the lake. The foreshore was carpeted with thick spongy succulents. Reaching the edge I saw an expanse of fine dark dust stretching into the distance. At the very least I was looking forward to a gentle breeze freshening my face after the long drive. But there was nothing. No breeze, no sound. Just a huge sky silently changing shape"