Scrunching through coarse sand on a morning dense with fog, there is
no separation between ocean and sky. Thick dank air mixes with salt
spray as a lone surfer emerges then recedes into the eeriness.
We ascend the steep staircase twisting through tangles of native
spinach. Sounds of laboured breathing pierce the silence. On the last
landing, we pause and stare out to sea. Native grasses and gnarled
Moonah trees line the steep track. We encounter feeding wallabies who
look up inquisitively.
As we alight the summit of this ancient rugged cape, we drink in the
magnificence. The headland is covered in mist that drifts toward the cliff
edge. It merges with low-lying clouds where they meet the stunning
granite bluffs. Pacific gulls launch off the rock face and cavort in midair,
relishing their freedom. In this moment, separated from everyday
reality, we are standing on the precipice of existence.
Ajanta Judd, Photo and Words July 2020
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