Kathryn Flaherty

Writer, Reader, Truck Driver and Fairy Floss Maker


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The Ghost in the Rock

I use to love bush walking or hiking if you prefer. I would pick a hill and then enjoy the effort it took to walk to the top of it. One day I had enough of everything around me so I took off and walked for 6 hours just to clear my head. I kept going until I couldn’t think or walk any more, then I realised I had to walk back to the worksite. That was a lesson you only need to learn once. At least it was quicker walking back down. I had a backpack always prepared with 3 litres of water, a snake kit and my camera. It’s an old beast that was the top of the line years ago. Now days I can’t get memory cards that fit it but I don’t want to give it up. I’ve never been great at taking photos but I love looking at the blurry images and remembering the blisters and sweat that got me to that place. This photo is special. I was walking up Cunninghams Gap and spotted a little face peering out of a rock. I think of him as a ghost looking out for the hikers who walk the trail. His hands ready to clap when you get to the top.

The Ghost

The Ghost

This is the view you get to see and I think it’s breathtaking but that’s my opinion and I don’t expect everyone to agree with me.100_0827 100_0828 I drive past the entrance to the walking trail every year. I smile a secret smile and remember when I could walk up a mountain on a whim and love every minute. Now if I can just convince my knees and hips how much fun it was and if they’d agree to stopped hurting we could do it again.

The Day the Sky turned Red

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The world is an unreal place, earthquakes, floods, droughts, volcanoes and cyclones. No matter where you live you can always experience something you’d never expect but you don’t always remember.

I decided to clean out my photo files this week. I found a few photos that I had forgotten about. I was in a little town in Outback New South Wales and I never expected this storm to happen.

I had been driving for two days to get to this town. It had been windy the whole way with the dust at times as thick as a pea-souper fog. But it was white.

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Then it started to change colour on the second day.

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Until finally it turned into this.

Dust Storm

I imagine this is what it would look like on Mars. The dirt burnt as it hit my skin, it was horrible and the photo doesn’t do justice to the scene I was looking at. I’m amazed that I forgot about this, it was only eleven years ago in 2004. The photo’s were taken within ten minutes of each other at around three in the afternoon. I’m glad I took them because I know for certain if I hadn’t I wouldn’t have remembered it, and that afternoon was something that should never be forgotten.