An introduction to this week
After a trip to Busselton with some friends last week, I flew up to Karratha where my parents are packing to move to Narrogin in a few weeks. It seems a lot happened in the month of November, including me finishing my last undergrad units at university (although I will return to complete honours next year). With that in mind, I'm hoping to do a lot of work over these holidays, including research for my project and writing. But as that will be something that I'll put off until university starts again, I've sourced an old post that I wrote in September.
I wrote the following piece on my phone during two plane trips from Perth to Adelaide and back for The Salvation Army's National Prayer Summit. The images are from my most recent plane trip, made yesterday to Karratha. That should provide an interesting contrast between the text/images. I hope you enjoy it.
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Leaving the terminal.
The plane takes off smoothly. I'm at the window, staring out at the scene. Long stretches of road organise the suburbs into squares and rectangles, but then the city comes into view.
Perth's CBD has tried to keep a boxy shape but the river cuts swathes of water into it. It turns and curls around, right from the sea that is now coloured... There's no name for it. It's like the river and the sea are planes of glass that have been coloured red and blue with the sun shining right the way through it. The water is a fragmentation of different colours, yet it looks solid and whole.
Outside Fremantle. Boats and ships.
The tops of clouds are not like a landscape, with ridges and gorges and small, twin hills out there in the distance. Instead, the shapes of the clouds are more akin to the tops of trees. A great forest of white; what can truly be called ghost gums. Here and there a movement in the wind creates a gap to see the forest floor below. This floor is dark blue, but it's not the ocean. It is the land with two little spots of light poking their way through the fabric.
Today we're leaving the Sun behind. But when we come back, we'll be chasing it.
Black. To quote Lego Batman, "Darkness. No parents. Continued darkness. More darkness, get it? The opposite of light."
To quote Lego Batman.
The world is dark but a red, blinking light gives the wing some shape. Then a tiny, white light appears below. It's alone, but then a group, further off, come into view. Then another group, and another. They're beads of white strung together and separated by chasms of "continued darkness".
Yet most of the earth remains black, except for a few lights off in the distance.
Later, clouds — an orange white haze — envelop us. We circle around in the clouds for a long time, peaking through the valleys of the canopies of clouds the lights of Adelaide as we do so. Beneath us, only the brightest lights shine through: Adelaide stadium at the edge of the CBD, a few highways and freeways unknown to me. That's about it.
We get into that gap of air between the clouds and earth and finally see it; the City of Churches in white and orange flames.
Not the City of Churches by any stretch. Karratha. Excuse the reflections.
We take off to chase the sunset. The colour of the Southern Ocean is much like the Indian of the two nights before. Reflections of orange mix with the blue ripples of the waves. The reflections are such that, though we are moving at hundreds of kilometres per hour, we can only run alongside the graduated line that separates the bright colours of sunset from a deeper, pastel blue that belongs to the night sky.
Then soon, the orange has been left behind and only the blue exists as we reach the clouds. Beneath us is a blurred coastline and the bright lights of a ship but mostly outside remains blue with a grey wing sticking out into it. All this through a little window in the sky.
As we leave the clouds behind, below, the orange comes back. With yellow and red, a fire caught in a moment of time more than a colour. We chase the setting sun.
Descending. Black windows line the cockpits, the only colour in the faces of the passengers and the purple lights Virgin Airlines so loves. Over the speaker: "you may continue to use large electronic items until the seatbelt lights turn off." My ears start to go haywire.
Brace for impact. Thump, thump.
Photo of my Week
Where I post a photo that sums up an aspect of my week.
I have so many pictures of Busselton Jetty to share, so prepare yourselves. I mainly chose this one because it's one of my favourites of the trip. Nice colours. The trip I speak of was over a few days with some friends from church. We spent most of our time relaxing (playing games, going to the beach etc) but found time to walk around town a little bit and head south to Dunsborough for Simmo's ice-cream and a sunset at Sugar Loaf Rock. I've always enjoyed Busselton (AKA Busso) and this trip was no exception. One of those trips where we found plenty of time to relax. Hope you enjoy the pictures coming your way, be sure to check out Facebook and Instagram for them.