"Left On Red, Gone Bush" to me is the case study of who we are, in nature and spirit, the art of noticing and feeling the muddy earth beneath our feet.

Life lately has reflected that, here's some snippets below. I've gone down the rabbit hole of my paternal ancestry, one reflection of that is travelling to Goomalling about 45kms North-east of Northam, I camped at Oak Park Reserve which was an area my 3rd Great Grandfather settled, born in 1840 he became the official land guide and a bushman, who was learning from the local Ballardong people during pre-colonisation, I found plaques with his name on them around the hike trail. Exploring the stone carving rocks and native vegetation helped me feel connected to the bloodlines of my family, the culture and the bushlands where they settled. Most of all feeling the energy he possessed for the Ballardong people was very precious.