A walk to Oyster Lagoon
Sat Feb 13
Just metres inside the forest, a female Satin Bowerbird’s persistent alarm call alerts us, and there he was, a magnificent Wedgetail Eagle, first one seen in Jagun. It’s one of the largest eagles in the world.
How it manoeuvred its six foot wingspan through the trees I have no idea.
There’s so much to see, from the forest floor to the canopy.
Half way to the end we hear a Satin Bowerbird running through his repertoire, more machine than bird, for five minutes we wait trying see it in the thick scrub, other birds are joining in liberating music. Strange how parts of the forest are planting silence and others springing up with song.
The walk enters sandier country where banksias proliferate.
The lagoon is thin-waisted, those heavy rains may have breached the sand bar.
An Azure Kingfisher lands on a dead Banksia tumbled off the bank in front of me, flies away before I can fiddle my camera on.
Camera off for our skinny dip, the sea warm (25.4, air temp 27 – perfect), the breakers bracing, yanking us around like kids.
A perfect day without the zoo or movies. These hours are not found on a mobile’s calendar stringing existence together.
I photograph simple patterns the sea has inscribed on the beach, nomadic sandlines and runnels, pecks and furrows, simple delight.
The world feels inclusive when one gives it just attention. I ask myself, why am I taking photographs and come up with an answer – to share. Art is not just about ‘making special’, but wanting to share one’s perception/vision/techne. It is performative, constructive/ deconstructive, but also communicative (even if you are the only audience).
A solitary cloud hugs sacred Nunguu Mirral tight. The Gumbaynggirr Male initiation site holds the surrounding landscape in its thrall, seeming distant despite the name Jagun. The sky is only limited by the luxury of blue.
The altar to aesthetics changes all the time, though I have only ever once witnessed an offering made by small child in her mother’s arms. This provides evidence for my argument natural-aesthetic-natural.
At Humpies, a deafening whistle from a Grey Shrike Thrush right above. The roos bounce ahead.
We take a short cut through our garden, a frog jumps out of the way of the camera and a Red-necked Wallaby takes off.
Bar-shouldered Dove Geopelia humeralis
Fan-tailed Cuckoo Cacomantis flabelliformis
Wedge-tailed Eagle Aquila audax
Azure Kingfisher Ceyx azureus
Silver Gull Chroicocephalus novaehollandiae
Scaly-breasted Lorikeet Trichoglossus chlorolepidotus
Satin Bowerbird Ptilonorhynchus violaceus
Superb Fairywren Malurus cyaneus
Lewin’s Honeyeater Meliphaga lewinii
Yellow-faced Honeyeater Caligavis chrysops
White-cheeked Honeyeater Phylidonyris niger
Noisy Miner Manorina melanocephala
Little Wattlebird Anthochaera chrysoptera
Little Friarbird Philemon citreogularis
White-browed Scrubwren Sericornis frontalis
Brown Thornbill Acanthiza pusilla
Barred Cuckooshrike Coracina lineata
Grey Shrike-thrush Colluricincla harmonica
Eastern Whipbird Psophodes olivaceus
Pied Butcherbird Cracticus nigrogularis
Grey Fantail Rhipidura albiscapa
Eastern Yellow Robin Eopsaltria australis
Red-browed Finch Neochmia temporalis
Welcome Swallow Hirundo neoxena
Olive-backed Oriole Oriolus sagittatus