Right now I’m at the airport, dashing to repack and catch my flight. Shorts and sunscreen to the bottom of the suitcase, jumpers, coats and umbrellas to the top (although, to be accurate, there’s only one umbrella and one coat. But where is the rhythm in that?!)
Already, it’s so hard to believe that this morning I was on the water before the sun had spread across the sky – and what a show our ball of fire put on. Across the rippling Yellow Waters of Kakadu National Park, the sun blazed in pomegranate, purple, violet and damson, while egrets and eagles dipped their wings in the morning sky.
And then there’s the matter of the crocodiles, snapping at fish just an arm’s reach away.
Their story will have to wait: there’s planes to catch and objects to squeeze into clear plastic bags. But for now, there’s this photo. It’s a reminder to myself as much as anything else. No filter, no editing, no long wait, no special access. Just a simple snap on the edge of a boat.
This is what Kakadu looks like as the sun comes up.
And it’s truly, simply beautiful.