I waded through the energy of the rapids with a crucial task: keep the camera and my biltong bag dry. One slip and it would be all over. The power of the rapids was fueled by the days of heavy rain Canberra has experienced. “Don’t slip, make sure of your step, take your time” I continually reminded myself; each moment required 100% concentration.
Once I’d reached my destination, I fetched the biltong and camera from my bag, and I got the shot I was after. I hope you like it.
I decided I’d take 5 before making my way back, and so I sat down on the rock encircled by a constant flow of rapids. I tore open my biltong bag and looked around to take in my surroundings. I was in complete solitude and all I could hear was the white noise of the roaring river. Now that I was relaxing, my mind began to wander. I kept thinking how lucky I was to live so near such serine nature. I also thought about how darned good this latest batch of biltong is.
The camera is safe for another day, but I’ve already finished my bag of biltong.
Thanks for reading - Matt.