Granite

I recognise and acknowledge Menang people as the Traditional Owners of Porongurup National Park.

We took a family hike in the Porongurup National Park, a little North of Albany. It was lightly raining, and the jarrah and karri forest looked fresh and green, as the pitter-patter of rain tinkled around me. It was a 2k walk up a long incline, with some tricky and slippery spots. But honestly, the subtle bush noises and fresh air made the slog a little easier.

We we’re walking up to see a lookout called Granite Skywalk, and it makes you wonder how people find these places. It was beautifully Australian. Massive granite boulders hugging together to offer a sweeping view across the park and surrounding farmlands. But as it was raining, it was all misty, cold and fogged out by the time we got there. I loved it though; the colours were washed out and pale. Almost haunting. 

There was a giant boulder standing gracefully on it’s point, like a ball balancing on a pool cue. How did the centuries create such a wonderfully impressive thing?

This painting shares that day as we explored and enjoyed unique forms and flora. For a little while, it was nice to disappear from the world.