Series Concept    Marks left by human activity in and on the landscape in some regions date back many thousands of years.  By painting chipping, and sctratching on rocks and cave walls, the ancients left marks and patterns, some of which may have been messages or information which is now lost to us.  Some meanings we can guess at, others we have no idea; but whatever they say, we are in no doubt they were man-made, and most of us feel in awe in the presence of such ancient signs and symbols found on every continent that Man has occupied.At least one quilt on the Kimberley theme is finished, and I have been reading various articles on the Bungle Bungles to help crystallise why I personally am drawn to these ancient, emblematic sandstone karst landscapes.

I hadn’t realised how fragile they are inside, protected as they are by an outer coating layer of cyanobacteria just millimeters-thick that stabilises the surface of each unit of the formation. Hidden beneath are the layers of soft rock – white or light coloured fresh sandstone alternating with conglomerates. For millions of years these sediments have been carved into by water erosion in the monsoon wet, being divided into round topped towers separated by steep sided gorges, the sides of which display the characteristic orange and charcoal grey bacterial bands that appear to wind around each tower.

My goodness I’ve learned a lot this morning, and unexpectedly, one of the most interesting and informative sources I read is the Western Australian Government’s nomination document supporting the inclusion of Purnululu or Bungle Bungles National  Park on the World Heritage List in 2007.  Far from being dry and boring, the very readable text is beautifully arranged and includes some lovely art from the region, plus some brilliant landform photography.   An hour just whizzed by, and you can dip into it here –  http://tinyurl.com/knsrme8   

In today’s “The Australian”,  reporter Trent Dalton interviews writer Clive James, an Australian writer whose work I always enjoy.  In it, a sort of pre-recorded obituary, Clive reflects on his life in general and his illustrious career.  He’s lived in the UK  for many years, and at 75 he’s now unfortunately terminally ill and too frail to travel anywhere except to the hospice to which he will eventually be conveyed.  There, with none of his stuff and books around him, he expects to have time to reflect on the infidelity, as he puts it the biggest mistake in his life  –

“But I shall have time to reflect

That what I miss was just the bric-a-brac

I kept with me to blunt my solitude,

Part of my brave face when my life was wrecked

By my gift for deceit

Truth clears away so many souvenirs”           Clive James, 2015.

“Truth clears away so many souvenirs”  rang a bell with me, and I wish I could remember who it was who wrote some words I read just recently, on how all of us accumulate a lot of stuff including mementos and souvenirs, and especially the heaps and heaps of photos.   We find it hard to let all this stuff go, and yet these are not memories but merely the “artifacts of memories”.

Years ago I had a fierce argument with an aunt who was horrified that I did not wish to grab up our father’s sunday school and many academic prizes when their house was being sorted after our parents’ deaths.  She clearly felt I had some sort of duty to cling on to prizes HE won – but I didn’t feel that way at all!  Different life styles I guess – she spent her life mostly in the one town, we have moved a lot down the years, and more to come.  I dread being reunited with several shoe boxes of photos in our house in Australia – as we really let the photo album thing go, I think, in the flurry of house moves and long spells in storage – that’s my recollection, anyway, and I’m sticking to it!

And it was Barry Humphries as Edna Everidge who uttered the immortal line about wrinkles around the eyes which we Aussies call crows feet –   “… and what are they but the dried up beds of old smiles?”