Most Australians are probably familiar with Dorothea Mackellar's ode to Australia, My Country, even if only for these famous lines, which comprise a mere fraction of the entire poem (I was surprised to learn that it is as long as it is!):
I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
Those words were kind of running around in my head as I worked on these images of the Australian countryside that I took while we were on our honeymoon in Victoria. I have to admit that I have not travelled through my own country anywhere near as much as I have travelled overseas, which seems a little remiss of me in some ways (especially when I see the new Tourism Australia ad on television which, incidentally, is so much better than that odd "where the bloody hell are you?!" debacle of a campaign from a few years ago), but I hope to remedy that in time, especially now that I have someone to show around :)
So these were taken while we drove around the countryside visiting various small towns ... mostly from the side of the road, save for the first shot, which was taken in the middle of some kind of field. I still don't know whether we were trespassing or not, but I figure that since we didn't actually need to climb over anything to get in, maybe that mitigates? (weak argument, I know). It still makes me laugh a little to think about our road trips - we had booked a small rental car online, only to be presented with an enormous 4WD (that's SUV to D) at the airport, which was a massive, massive change from the comparatively teeny Golf that I was used to driving. I was so highly strung about navigating through unfamiliar territory in that tank that we were freaking out at each other within about five minutes of leaving the carpark and having weird, terse and completely nonsensical exchanges on the highway like:
N: "the sat-nav said take the exit in 800 metres. Tell me when it is 800 metres" (in retrospect, a vaguely ridiculous request).
D: "I don't know what 800 metres looks like."
N: "what do you mean, you don't know what 800 metres looks like? You're a guy! Guys know these things!"
D: "I DON'T KNOW METRIC!!!"
Ah, fun times :)